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299. The Plane

I saw a plane up in the air
It traveled across the sky
Where it goes I do not know
Nor do I wonder why
I dream to leave this place
No longer a home to my heart
My lover left and is now gone
I yearn for a fresh start
Though the pain does hurt now
The scars are still fresh and pure
I feel better knowing its now done
Free again to succumb to another’s allure
But to be a plane for a day
Soaring above all my new sorrow
Would surely make it a lot easier
To survive until tomorrow


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