HELIX AIR TO REYKJAVIK
Before I landed our feet touched
down : together in something of
a foretold jumble. No reason for
this season of parachute and glide.
Maybe you wished one window
seat too many - for something
to look down at? Supairairity?
Perhaps that's how it's said. The
air of being superior to another.
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So, that worked until the screaming
crash, and then you were just like
me : a pulp of mash and one squished
face. I hardly knew you then, and
now there's not a trace.
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