There are two trees;
One standing tall and pure
And one below, shaking in the river
With paler colour, and crooked edge.
We have ourselves
And the selves we reflect to the world.
The truest terror is leaning forward
And diving in.
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 9:59 PM UTC
There are two trees;
One standing tall and pure
And one below, shaking in the river
With paler colour, and crooked edge.
We have ourselves
And the selves we reflect to the world.
The truest terror is leaning forward
And diving in.
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