Light to the touch, weary and meak
Stumbling over words
That come in heaps rather than syllables.
Bent over and hunched, crumbling
Struggling to breathe in
The air is drenched with regret.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 2:59 AM UTC
Light to the touch, weary and meak
Stumbling over words
That come in heaps rather than syllables.
Bent over and hunched, crumbling
Struggling to breathe in
The air is drenched with regret.
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