he wondered to himself,
quietly,
sitting,
the cold air of a new season sitting on the windows ledge,
how did you know it was you i wanted,
that i waited for,
for so long,
i was the side way walking crab,
afraid you might see me.
now i want nothing more...
how i wait for you in this dream...
Oct 28, 2011
Oct 28, 2011 at 12:03 AM UTC
he wondered to himself,
quietly,
sitting,
the cold air of a new season sitting on the windows ledge,
how did you know it was you i wanted,
that i waited for,
for so long,
i was the side way walking crab,
afraid you might see me.
now i want nothing more...
how i wait for you in this dream...
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