Sometimes things happen that check you,
Pulse returning
To something, somewhere.
A sharp inhale of breath,
A year bloomed in stale water,
And I'm just half glad it's not me
You're reproducing with.
Jun 1, 2012
Jun 1, 2012 at 12:15 AM UTC
Sometimes things happen that check you,
Pulse returning
To something, somewhere.
A sharp inhale of breath,
A year bloomed in stale water,
And I'm just half glad it's not me
You're reproducing with.
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