Departure seemed like a drag
It was the heavy beating of copious tears streaming down smooth cheeks
Similar to Niagara Falls with the highest flow rate
Tortured by your brat for the entire two-hour flight
Rumbustious revolving motors drilling unearthly distasteful channels in the brain and holes in the belly
Addicted to the heights, it’s not easy to descend to terrestrial safe grounds
Casting a curse to the higher wind
Trying to breathe through blocked nostrils
Investigating bugs in the presence of unforeseen dreamy friends
Overdrive oversensitive ears
Navigating an emotionally vinegarish sea
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Moon Desert
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BA in Cultural Studies
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