Standing Room Only

A World of Short Stories


My heart lifted 

Then broke into pieces 

When the sky started falling 

It emulated my feelings 

But I was determined to rise 

To fly and to breathe 

To hope 

To play 

I knew what I wanted to do 

The problem was 





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