Sitting here at the desk typing out words to take the time the time that shouldn't be wasted. And yet...
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a little red hat on a little blond head a painted flag on either cheek morning sky eyes and denim...
My soul is a fortress under siege Only your love can rescue me Watching the world through an iron gate...
She’ll kiss me good night, but never good morning She came carrying red flags, but I ignored her warnings She’ll...
I fear I look too much like my mother– hair too black, bones too fragile a face that chillingly resembles...
they bounce out of my head and hover shoulder height attached round the neck holding all the things i want...
unravel my soul, one stitch at a time thwart mother nature and make yourself mine teach love to grow in...
What is normal? That little zero, followed by a dot, followed by a number, followed by a percent sign. Helicopter...
I'm sorry, and I know from your eyes that you are hurt. I should have stayed quiet, but now it...