next to the apple tree lay a stool- -
"climb to the top branch and
you'll see what it feels like
when the God's come
around to blow
you down."
she knew I was in love.
she knew I wasn't
much
face painted
like the uppity winds
of winter
our cheeks touched
my cheek now wears her
make-up
(fake blush)
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 5:37 PM UTC
next to the apple tree lay a stool- -
"climb to the top branch and
you'll see what it feels like
when the God's come
around to blow
you down."
she knew I was in love.
she knew I wasn't
much
face painted
like the uppity winds
of winter
our cheeks touched
my cheek now wears her
make-up
(fake blush)
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