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Sunday, November 16, 2014

Invisible.

I have a superpower.
Invisibility.
I do not like this power.
I can try to hide
But people still trip over me
Though they do not see me.
I do not have to be seen
To be in the way.

I would much rather
Be able to fly.
Posted by Rebekah Grey at 1:45 PM
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