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Pretending to Fly
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words when i was lost I read in this book, the pages
Are dark and ripped in the corners, almost
Like they were burnt by some imaginary, invisible
Flame,
The pages take my hand and erase me from heaven;
They make me lay on the floor and forget ....
.........
..
.
They make me forget who I am
And what I believe,
Just because I am here, reading this book
This burning book burns deep in my head,
My heart becomes so light, it floats up and swims right
behind my eyes;
public, where everyone can see it.
And right then, when my venerable heart
Becomes visible,
I open up my wings,
And they become my curtain until it is all over.
