i have been shaking it off,
like an ace
and
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since birth.
i have been doing it,
the swift way, and the low speed way,
with all the short cuts that come along.
i want to go to a space
station though.
that is the real thing,
at least for my case.
zoom in and zoom out.
then meditate in
a zero-g void.
that's the only way to shake
my gyroscope on and off.
it is rusted and busted by schools,
civilization-al rushes, and nomadic voyages and magnetic activities.
see, i do not needs,
to shake it ho-of,
bake it oh-of,
and dust ow-of
flowers
thrown on my face.
chasing the dream of
flying with no wings,
but, still, serene
like a flying bird.
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