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bluejourneyman

Hold my breath.
Surface air.
Fly’s floating dead.
Wings wet.
Never to fly again.
Set a bee free,
Came back
And stung me.
Floating above,
Two swans in love.
All an illusion.
Erased by the wake.
Lost in a composition,
Tomorrow will wait.
Troubles come and go,
Like my shadows below.
Dreams are strong,
Reality sucks-
Today.