Silence of a Sad

the rush of a fun
the movement
of a true
and a good. it’s

always followed by
the silence of a
sad, the
desperate lost of a lonely.

but just fly over that
shit, with your
contraption, innit.

these legs.
these endorphins.

fly with whatever makes you forget
the ground.

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