Early to bed
Never to rise,
Circling around a thought
That keeps me paralyzed;
Here,
In the womby-tomby
Safety of my coverings
I begin to realize;
I don't want to remain unborn.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 3:56 PM UTC
Early to bed
Never to rise,
Circling around a thought
That keeps me paralyzed;
Here,
In the womby-tomby
Safety of my coverings
I begin to realize;
I don't want to remain unborn.
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