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Jet Rush
Time flies out of your palms
in a steady stream, laser lights.
You draw on the hunger, wanting
to feel the lift inside
from your toes
to your tingling hair.
You want to gaze
into
the depths of eyes,
the back stars of the cosmos.
You want to wrap yourself
into the fire
that licks the soul
and warms future lives.
It's there...
right there.
You're amazing.
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