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Jul 2018
He sees us from afar
With his eagle eyes
Knowing how weak we are
He makes Clark his disguise

His strength comes from the sun
His first destroyed his race
Though he's the only one
No tears streak down his face

His skin is made of steel
And yet his heart still feels
His home is known as solitude
His loneliness is real

Not even the Man of Tomorrow
Is immune to sorrow.
Personally I don't care too much for Superman. But he is one of the loneliest of the superheroes.
James LR
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James LR  22/M/Idaho
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