It is
a claw
attatched to a string
tied to my foot
and when I try to move away from it
it scratches me all the more.
It is
a pool
of clear water
with black rocks on the bottom
the more I try to swim up
the closer I get to drowning.
It is
a hurt bird
and when you try to help it
it breaks its other wing
leaving you the criminal.
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 11:29 AM UTC
It is
a claw
attatched to a string
tied to my foot
and when I try to move away from it
it scratches me all the more.
It is
a pool
of clear water
with black rocks on the bottom
the more I try to swim up
the closer I get to drowning.
It is
a hurt bird
and when you try to help it
it breaks its other wing
leaving you the criminal.
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