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Learning to Fly


Standing on a precipice.


Heartstrings anchored to the

lives and loves of familiar faces.




The sacrifice gifting freedom,

allowing yourself to be free.



The stomach lurches. A mirror

held up to complacent connections

otherwise invisible. The pain

marking quality, value.


Fear of loneliness hollows

the bones but

the skeleton refined


allows all to fly.




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