And then I flew
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I flew in into my new sky
With wings of pencil and ink
Digital bones that support the smallest of dreams
Clouds of photo frames
Each distinct
Sometimes burnt with the gentlest of ease
The look of each piece unknown
The feel is what's most important
The message
It's goal
Like me sometimes
Damaged soul
Now
I lay my pencil down
Each stroke has purpose
Now I begin
Something I always knew
And then I flew
Beautiful sky