The plant’s name is dirt,
the dirt is sweet-
I am doing so, so well.
I still only travel by
foot.
I still only live under
ground.
You can walk on land,
you can smell it, it’s wonderful.
Oh, my dragon companion-
We discussed how to be nice!
It’s been two weeks since you’ve been afraid of anything!
I love the great renewal of anything.
Eat all mistaken feelings!
I have been in my mask,
not a girl, but a slug!
I love the shape of my body.
Ink runs from the corners of the earth.
There is no happiness like mine,
I have been in the woods.
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 3:59 AM UTC
The plant’s name is dirt,
the dirt is sweet-
I am doing so, so well.
I still only travel by
foot.
I still only live under
ground.
You can walk on land,
you can smell it, it’s wonderful.
Oh, my dragon companion-
We discussed how to be nice!
It’s been two weeks since you’ve been afraid of anything!
I love the great renewal of anything.
Eat all mistaken feelings!
I have been in my mask,
not a girl, but a slug!
I love the shape of my body.
Ink runs from the corners of the earth.
There is no happiness like mine,
I have been in the woods.
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