she used to wish to fly
but time bred her inhibitions
and she grew to fear
her once coveted flight
before she knew it
it was almost too late
she stopped saying
"tomorrow"
and realized that if she knew that she would
never fall
that assurance
would allow her to fly
all along
the girl, the procrastinator-dreamer
was only afraid
to fall
and now she could feel
the bliss of
once-dreams
and now-realities
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