Plane
Your death has changed me
I'm closed now
no more wearing my heart on my sleeve
I can't hold you anymore
Or watch me do a nosedive
With your model plane
Miniature propellers
That sound I'll never forget
You gave me that box
The knob on the left, the rudder
The knob on the right, the wing flaps
My hands, good for drawing
But not good eye to hand coordination
Now all I have
Far reaching memories
And your whole life in a jar
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