You are a sprawling backyard
and I am a toddler
and I just learned how to run
You are a four inch thick piece of plexiglass
and I am a wild animal trapped behind you.
You are a seventeenth century novel
and I am not making sense.
Oct 27, 2011
Oct 27, 2011 at 7:48 PM UTC
You are a sprawling backyard
and I am a toddler
and I just learned how to run
You are a four inch thick piece of plexiglass
and I am a wild animal trapped behind you.
You are a seventeenth century novel
and I am not making sense.
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