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Out of my Grasp

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Traveling like the wind,

We flew higher than the kites,

I had trouble seeing you at times,

The sun blinded me like love,

I’d only see you periodically,

Jumping from cloud to cloud,

Aren’t you proud of me?

Didn’t you notice my persistence?

You saw our love and you flipped it,

Turning the tables back to realistic,

I’ll be here in the sky;

When you realize you miss it.

◄ A Trip

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