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i walk down the slanted street at twilight, looking for words to live by.
the streetlamp shocks my irises; i squint in self-defense.
the speckled navy sky, above and wide, offers no answers beyond the ones i’ve heard a hundred times.
my eyes set on those blinking lights that disturb the silence: a satellite or an airplane.
my mind settles on an image of effortless economy flight above the clouds.
it’s unnatural- something i wasn’t supposed to see.
i was meant to wait until the sky fell down to meet me, or i learned to fly.
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