I walk around, afraid I'll fall
I fear not the wound I'll bear
It's the idea of the verb
that slides shiver beneath my spine.
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 10:38 AM UTC
I walk around, afraid I'll fall
I fear not the wound I'll bear
It's the idea of the verb
that slides shiver beneath my spine.
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