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gravity takes ahold of his body and shadow
talons, pinning his shade by the nape
on a cold night, dim lit stretch of pavement
underneath a flickering street light
wings, carrying his body and stretching his shade
rising through the stratosphere
rubber banding under the pressure
as gravity takes him to the peak
talons, slipping, falling from gravity’s feet
he shot back to...
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