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Above the world, 

beyond it all,

we sat at the top of the Ferris wheel.

Inky, endless night surrounded us

as we looked, and we saw

the world from a higher perspective.

The way the lights twinkled,

Neon, tinted with spirit.

And that the people looked

how we must look to God in the heavens.

We were stoned on youth.

On dreams,

on love.

Only sixteen,

only just beginning.

But then

in the middle of wishing,

I fell, from the top.

Down and down until here, and now.

And came to find

that the pretty lights stop twinkling

once you’re on the ground.

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