How?
When?
Where?
What?
Why?
Did it happen?
I guess I'm not so sure these day.
When we act we obviously reveal.
It's the way of man.
Uncontrollable.
Here I stand
on the edge
of a feather
expecting to
fly.
To fly seems like a magnificent feat.
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