Gonna Fly Now
It’s counting seven as you inhale the skin by your wrist reddening your cheeks squinting your eyes grunt and releases to eight before realizing the set was to twelve and shaking your fingers… Continue reading
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Up Where We Belong
No one believes me when I tell them of the day I started to levitate; rising four Feet, a gentle ascent, before soaring; they asked how much I had to drink or If… Continue reading