Sunday, February 20, 2011


I see a pretty girl blowing a bubble
And I wish I was a bubble ; )
Getting ever bigger and more beautiful
With every exhaled breath
She blows out

As my skin stretched
I would become more transparent
And reflective

And you'd be able to see all
The world's perfections and foibles
Mirrored in my countenance

And when I was completely full of her
I would either float away serenely
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