January 8, 2008
Playing dress up
With our
And I will go
Through storms
of all sorts

for I want nothing more
than to soar
away from this restricting dust
This cage made of skin
unzip this suit I'm in
and finally begin
to fly
to fly
as I pray for skies of grey to hide my sighs

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