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.:Off Divine:.
On the
vine; I wanna fall
And if I had a preference it’d be
straight up, bird-like
Like right now, except my wings
They would be useless things
Like faulty promises ‘n gold rings
But yeah, I wanna soar,
Falling up while I’m still sore
I wanna confess while stressed
Straight up, right thru a cloud
Wherein, my only stop
It would be the sun,
Wherein, I would light it up without the burn
But I would wanna hit it hard ‘n loud
As loud ‘n as hard as one can
Maybe then I’d be done
Thinking that
I’d won
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Published 15th Dec 2015
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