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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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