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Youth
2009
She closed her eyes, breathed lovely things,
her hungry lungs chock-full with dreams
of clasping hands which, letting go,
gave room to wings; of curious feet,
once on the ground, now on the verge of
freedom found – one step away
from jumping and nothingness.
When she woke up she was falling and
it was like a summer morning
calling.
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