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Up Here we Soared

None of us were very good,
except the last:

hollow, neglected. 

Up here we soared,  
saw for miles.

At last 
she'd done it.

It reminded her  
of failure. 

This was the best thing
you ever made, I told her.
As far as you could go. 

I saw. 
Special,
unique, 
one off.

Alex Nolan

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