"I thought hurricane season was over."
hovers like the rotors
dicing air that we breath
out smoke into
"Will you fly me?"
"Of course."
(I'm yours)
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 2:38 AM UTC
"I thought hurricane season was over."
hovers like the rotors
dicing air that we breath
out smoke into
"Will you fly me?"
"Of course."
(I'm yours)
© Daniel Magner 2013
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