Aug 2021
The dust collects and settles
Before the cold wind blows
And parts of me fly through the air
As my curiosity grows
I span across the luscious green
I float into the sea
And even though I cannot swim
Iām glad to just be free
Before the cold wind blows
And parts of me fly through the air
As my curiosity grows
I span across the luscious green
I float into the sea
And even though I cannot swim
Iām glad to just be free
(50/M/Florida)
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