Some days, I wonder, if I have woken up.
I hear all the tones, but when I walk, seams spongy.
When I talk, seam I am alone.
But then I gain, these treasurer for my own.
Walk with me, then you might see.
What love is.
There again, I might miss.
That is.
Like weird Man.
Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 2:10 PM UTC
Some days, I wonder, if I have woken up.
I hear all the tones, but when I walk, seams spongy.
When I talk, seam I am alone.
But then I gain, these treasurer for my own.
Walk with me, then you might see.
What love is.
There again, I might miss.
That is.
Like weird Man.
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