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Literature Text
The black of the night.
Illuminated by the stars dim light.
The passerby cars go by.
On the freeway they drive.
As time ticks by.
I wait till I can fly into the sky.
Till I can soar.
I'll fly from the roar of cars.
As they all honk in horror.
a suicide related poem...
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I really like this, you use a lot of effective sensory language here. I like your poetry already! 