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Destination

Walking on orange clouds until I can't feel without instructions.
Tie the tourniquet as tight as you can as I take in the spring air from my window.
To grieve my past self would require energy that is assigned elsewhere.
Loneliness is my only inheritance. For everything else I use hard cash.
As my spoon loses its shine to the flame I am closer to my destination.
I shall dance with my maker as a reward for services rendered.
Written by Michaelpoet
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