brooke · Jun 6, 2012
Crinkle.

I'm standing at the departure gate
and the world is all before me, the
flight is leaving and I have two ways I could be going
I'm standing there in my best dress, in my heels
with my hair done up just like you taught me
with my shoulders back, just like that?
the flight is leaving, the flight is leaving
the flight is leaving

(c) Brooke Otto
 
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