The wind howls and the leaves sway. she sits on her window sill staring down at the fire escape, the outside world bundled. striving for warmth. hot coffees stapled in their hands. inside she stays— warm, collected and far from the ocean, but at bay. she's there all day. watching out the window. hoping this will be the day she'll see him as he flies by and travels far away.
-superman
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You
Poetry"You"- meaning the you personally and You aside from me. This book talks about the You individually and going through times when you are your own light but, also when all you see and when all you feel is darkness. The You I dream about and need and...
