Paper Airplanes

When I was little

Shins bruised with dirt

Nightmares keeping me up

Cruel words thrown on the pavement

I would write letters to G-d

I’d send them out my window like a little airplane

Watch them land in the bushes right below

Sure they reached

And slide right back into bed

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