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Head In The Clouds

Head in the clouds,
kept clear of the Earth’s echoes,
all the things that I cannot face fall away when I wander the halls of heaven.
I have picked out the poppies for my graveside,
gracefully gazing at my name and a list of accolades on the sandstone.
I’ve been living for my last days longer than I have been breathing.

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