Tiptoe on eggshells
yolk spills onto the floor
where she soon follows.
She's a wind-up toy
spins like a top
unravels at the seams.
You can't fix what's wrong with her.
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 12:03 PM UTC
Tiptoe on eggshells
yolk spills onto the floor
where she soon follows.
She's a wind-up toy
spins like a top
unravels at the seams.
You can't fix what's wrong with her.
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