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Fri, 12/15/2017 - 14:04 -- atroir

Take me on a train from the first departure to the last arrival. 

Let me travel the earth in a short amount of time. Let me see the mountain's white and the grass's green, with the dead leaves. 

Let me feel the air change from warm to cold and the humidity of the rain. Bury me beneath twelve inches of snow so when you dig me up you'll see the snow angels I've made in depth. 

Take me on a plane and turn on the seatbelt sign because there's too much turbulence inside the cabin. 

Let me blow away with the wind, I want to feel it in my hair. 

Let me sit next to the window to watch the cars become smaller as we go higher. I need the same distance from you as the aircraft needs from land.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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