I Leapt To My Death
From an eight story high rise building
I leapt to my death, but land on top of a moving bus with a thump.
People scream. I laugh, because I am still alive.
My purple cape flies out behind me.
I see a low bridge, so I fall down with a whomp.
More screaming.
I hang on tightly.
No longer wanting to die.
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