While opening my arms
I felt like an eagle, ready to soar
The highest skies,
I felt sore
Could you hear my cries?
I bent
and wilted
I spent
My life
Completely
In that second
I felt
the skies
Skim past
my stiff
Deceased,
Body
That held,
Something that felt
Like boulders on shoulders,
igniting
Some passion,
Of a serious fashion,
I dreamt I was diving,
I dreamt I was
thriving.
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