with the gumption of some-
one far wiser in years, you told us
you wanted to fly. Ok, alright.
Sticky fingered and knob-kneed
perched up on the tower of Babel,
kicking the breeze:
"sorry, are you okay?" licking
bruised ankles and knees,
you're still walking, modern day
James Dean.
Oct 1, 2024
Oct 1, 2024 at 8:44 PM UTC
with the gumption of some-
one far wiser in years, you told us
you wanted to fly. Ok, alright.
Sticky fingered and knob-kneed
perched up on the tower of Babel,
kicking the breeze:
"sorry, are you okay?" licking
bruised ankles and knees,
you're still walking, modern day
James Dean.
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