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My Private Swing MAG

By Anonymous

   My Private Swing

I swing,
and stare,
into my endless sky;
white innocence moving,
shaping,
cotton blowing;
swinging back and forth,
deep blue inhales me,
then spits me out;
they call,
but why answer;
how can they understand if I don't.

by J. M., Salem, MA



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