the channels (part 2)

i'm standing on a rock
staring down at the world and
i feel like i could destroy everything
with a simple flick of the wrist. 
off with his head!
the wind throws my hair over my face,
inviting me to jump and
learn to fly over and 
away from everything. i want to scream,
take me already! take me
like you took Dorothy; take me
away to a place where i can 
be myself and
there is no COVID and
everything hums with magic. 
but i can't.
there are people here. 
 
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IceGalaxy

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    letting your fragile bones be exposed to the crisp air of october

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    Dear Music



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