How it's so you make me slow, a clumsy tortoise shell deep in snow, although I go, it does take time, due to your glow, which makes blind, any gaze that's set ablaze too long in time. I often find, like a rake through vines, that I get tangled when in line of your shine. You make me climb, to heights higher than they'd advise, it's effortless, I'm elevated, by you, day and night.
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 1:35 AM UTC
How it's so you make me slow, a clumsy tortoise shell deep in snow, although I go, it does take time, due to your glow, which makes blind, any gaze that's set ablaze too long in time. I often find, like a rake through vines, that I get tangled when in line of your shine. You make me climb, to heights higher than they'd advise, it's effortless, I'm elevated, by you, day and night.
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