In sleep, much closer. Going out imagining. When I was awake it was further, not much though. Those roaring heavens. I was looking up and down and asking when I could be like them. The hem of my dress would get caught often and a part of me always wished, … (read more)

In sleep, much closer. Going out imagining. When I was awake it was further, not much though. Those roaring heavens. I was looking up and down and asking when I could be like them. The hem of my dress would get caught often and a part of me always wished, and still wishes that it would tear.

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