You are the air beneath
the wings of a monster
a vacuum sucking the last breath from
dying peoples lungs
I am Superman
or another random costume super hero
here to save the day
but shun the glory and hide
beneath my secret identity
priding ourselves with our minds
locked in a battle of wits
blow for blow I see pieces of me
and bits of you fall away
scattered like dust
I am the Sun on a warm spring morning
you are the dew that soaks my feet
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