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New Heights

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I went to the mountains,
With new friends,
To write poems.

I was elevated,
My whispers 
Drifted heavenward,
More likely to be heard by angels.

At this place,
Where dirt kissed sky,
And clouds seemed close enough to touch,
I found new words,
And set my sights
On new heights.

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