9.9.10

DAY FOURTEEN


Even if it meant splicing time,
he was flying.
Even if it meant suspending disbelief,
he was flying.
Even if it meant an impact harder than the sobering truth of gravity,
he was flying.
The moment he closed his eyes he felt it,
this is flying.
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