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i remember flying
through the pale blue sky
now it's up above me
instead of by my side.
it still carries the sun,
a sphere of blazing fire.
it warms my drenched body,
now a helpless, hungry shell.
i float atop the ocean,
a mass of liquid death.
the ring around my neck grows tighter
as i dream about my past.
i glance across the horizon
as i think my final thought,
then opening up my heart to sing,
this noose steals my very last song.

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