Thirteen years since first run
Ready to fly once again
Breathless and drowning
Suspended between sky and sea
Years meant to teach
Days meant to heal
Failed like sunsets
That never set clouds on fire
Wounds from decade and change
Spinning slowly in a fishbowl
Under hundred watching eyes
crossings as in traversals, contradictions, counterpoints of the heart though often not..
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