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I remember when
we used to play at
the local park together,

eating strawberry
popsicles while they
melted on our hands

because we were too
preoccupied gazing at
the field of cotton like clouds.

The sky slept that day
on subtle blues

and all I heard were the
squeaks of rusty chains
dangling from the swing sets,

as we tried to swing all
the way up to the sun,

hoping that one day,
we would defy gravity and fly,
without having to use our wings.