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I had a dream that I could fly.
I soared up on wings made of paper
and feathers of ink,
and sky-wheeled with eagles and doves.
They saw me for a fraud
but embraced me all the same,
until I woke up,
and fell from the sky.
Thursday 27th September 2018 11:08 pm
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