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oneironaut
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+ "Ha ha ha!"
+ My arms splayed over the city; and its lights
+ The sound of the city-life below is lost up here.
+ There is only us, and the embrace of the music.
+ Aeronauts.
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+ There is little keeping the joy from flinging myself over the edge
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+ With wind-resistance to press against with my fingers as I plummet.
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+ Every movement with weight and anti-force
+ Like water.
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+ I send signals to spin,
+ wrap my arms anti-clockwise,
+ threaded bullet.
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+ Then splayed out again; whirling in completely different directions;
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+ head hung out an open car window.
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