Has anyone ever stood on the edge of the couch,
images of skyscrapers coursing through your head,
kilometers high,
the wind blowing on your back,
your heart beating in your neck,
the only thing keeping you from letting go
was how soft the cushion felt beneath your feet?
No?
Just me?
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Author:
elchupacabra (
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