Oh mirror, the flattened cornea,
Whom do you belong to, dear?
-Who love me as themselves.
Oh my childhood Barbie,
Whom do you belong to, dear?
-Who put their breath in me.
Oh the young walking stick,
Whom do you belong to, sir?
-Dependence of helpless old.
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 8:55 AM UTC
Oh mirror, the flattened cornea,
Whom do you belong to, dear?
-Who love me as themselves.
Oh my childhood Barbie,
Whom do you belong to, dear?
-Who put their breath in me.
Oh the young walking stick,
Whom do you belong to, sir?
-Dependence of helpless old.