Jul 2013
SOME Times
The world seams to me
just to ask questions.
Does the world know nothing at all
about me and all the people in it.
Is it that
That makes the world seam so small.
The world seams to me
just to ask questions.
Does the world know nothing at all
about me and all the people in it.
Is it that
That makes the world seam so small.
(64/M/England)
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