Gravity's finally working again
for me,
and I hate it.
'Cause I could fly.
I wanted to ground in reality,
forever, as sane as can be
'til I die, but I knew
if I reattached to ground,
I'd have to let go my wings.
But I flew so much missing
the draw, the pull,
of gravity
It was worth something.
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