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Updated: Apr 30, 2019

I fly:

the ground

doesn't feel stable enough

even on my back.

Altitude high:

I am afraid to see

that the soil has been burnt

and many bridges with it.

Wings in full span:

I refuse to land on anything

that isn't as soft

as a lover's chest.

Gaze proud:

too focused to know

I'm about to lose the race

to an evolutionary disappointment.

E mi spaccavi na spaja.

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