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[bodytext] => As I stand here on the ledge, I feel this wind I had not noticed before. It smelled sweet with cool warmth, And swept me off the ground. I fly through the air, Going further and further down. My surroundings are nothing but faint lights, Passing faster and faster Until they are nothing blurs. Until I fall asleep. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 65 [informant] => dormantwhispers [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
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