Superboy!You have a liking for high places
Dissecting plain skies
Looking down on people
Dissolving into bordersBecause you wish to fly
You build a habit of jumping
Too good for the ground
Disinterested in the center of the EarthOr whatever may be underneath
Your kink is empty, nothing
More rousing than open air
No walls for secrets to lean on
Can I be with you up there—Razel Estrella
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So I have gotten into the habit of recording my piano practices because reasons (that have got to do with skills development and, admittedl...
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None of the Lights I answered with reluctance when you invited me to a bonfire by the beach with young girls and a local who, despite her ...
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Superboy! You have a liking for high places Dissecting plain skies Looking down on people Dissolving into borders Because you wish to fly...
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Appropriate, to the level of cliché, that the first blog of the year features a prelude. In TV-series tradition, a brief recap of 202...
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Modiano, Patrick. The Black Notebook. Mariner, 2016. My favorite bookstagrammer (is that how you call them?) told me that "[Patrick...
