I am unaware of my surroundings.
My head is, well, reeling.
I hear many things,
but my fragile mind can process
only the sound of the rushing air.
Aug 5, 2010
Aug 5, 2010 at 8:47 PM UTC
I am unaware of my surroundings.
My head is, well, reeling.
I hear many things,
but my fragile mind can process
only the sound of the rushing air.
© Kayleigh Redwine August 6th, 2010
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