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❝ POETRY. ❞

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we're all passengers
on a plane with no
destination , no pilot ,
and a flight of borrowed
oxygen.

each one. of us on a
different flight , unique
to where our lives taunt
us from the wings . as
the sun shamefully
disappears. behind the
cover of cloud. not
wanting to watch as we
crash.

i couldn't blame it. i
wouldn't want to
watch   either.

then, was i the passenger
or was i the sun?
  the sun seemed more favorable ,
but how long could one hide?
on the  plane— at least  i get to
fly.

— 12:o2 AM; 03/16/18

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WORD VOMIT LABELED
AND DISGUISED AS
SOMETHING MUCH MORE
CLEVERLY DEVISED.

( quick dedication to mia , my
literal cheerleader && muse.
who puts up with me a 2am. )