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Float Away
I think daily about my energy - something I haven't done since I noticed it as an infant.
I remember the rush of sweets - the amazing, wonderfully lifting energy that took me up, up, and away. I am no longer wanting the away - it has become it's own kind of prison.
I am now a Nazi of my energy. I can not float away.
I remember the rush of sweets - the amazing, wonderfully lifting energy that took me up, up, and away. I am no longer wanting the away - it has become it's own kind of prison.
I am now a Nazi of my energy. I can not float away.
Published 24th Feb 2016
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24th Feb 2016 9:46am
that's a very strict metaphor;
the word blazes thru the poem like Kristallnacht.
I can picture you in the uniform...
the word blazes thru the poem like Kristallnacht.
I can picture you in the uniform...
