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Paper Planes

Soaring through the sky

Oh, my, oh my

What a beautiful sight

This plane in the sky

I don’t want it to leave

It’s the only thing I see

The only thing I want to be

Why is it falling?

Dropping so fast, withdrawing

From the flight where it was drawing

Beautiful pictures that caused my aweing

My eyes, my head

They hurt. Am I dead?

That paper plane gave me life

That paper plane was my being

That paper plane…was who I wanted to be

But what I couldn’t see

Was that that paper plane

Was never me

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  1. I like the reveal…and the last quarter of this poem rose up and ended well.

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