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Jumping

The stars

Gave you wings

To fly

But

You forget sometimes

That you have them


And they won’t spread

And you won’t feel the wind underneath your wings

If you never

Jump


And higher you jump from

The longer

The flight


And the better

The views


But the fall will also be

Much worse


Will you jump?


-C.H.

 
 
 

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