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This sky
Where we live
Is no place
To lose your wings
And yet I slashed
Them off
When my own
thoughts clashed
So perhaps
I would have the chance
To gift them to you
In return
Only a glance
Could have made me blew
All the despair away
And in love;
Fall.
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