The way cold water hisses when it starts to boil
the same way butterflies start to build up
just by your eyes simply passing right through me
i just wish i wasn't a tree
when a hurricane passes by
j.f
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
The way cold water hisses when it starts to boil
the same way butterflies start to build up
just by your eyes simply passing right through me
i just wish i wasn't a tree
when a hurricane passes by
j.f
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