Sometimes I wish you could tell me what it's like to be a super hero, to take me underneath. If you could tell me what it's like to fly underneath. From what great altitudes cheeks pull back beneath a thin comforter. So thin that, if it were not for super powers, we would feel the outside air encroaching.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
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