leeeeaving breeeeathing belieeeeving
let's try concieving.
"oohhhh no!" she refuses,
sno cones.
leeeaving breeeeeathing make-belieeeving
the hope for tomorrow begins retrieving.
"why yes!" she loves,
my pretty pretty red dress.
leeeaving breeeeeathing ...
hey! why did you leave me, sad and grieving?
"of course!" she says,
when i asked her to stay one more day.
1 comment:
maybe it'd leave a scar, but maybe it'll land right in front of you and do no harm. the chances of that happening are more likely if you mathematically compute the space around oneself compared to the space that a person occupies from above. then one can just marvel at the wonder that they were spared!
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