January 2011
65 posts
AHee
I forget my might in flight, when I run towards you. I asked a crime fighter what do you get with all this might. Where did you learn how to fight? I get to know him, forget him, only for the memory to relight. We meet only in daylight, and then I asked why can’t it be night? Because the white of light makes it easier to wonder, what you are getting with all that bite. How trite, little man, to...
