s.l.g.
walden freeman
Posts: 511
i wish i could say what i felt
wings sketched in pencil on a page of a notebook
a supernova of unstirred creamer in a coffee mug
a gelatinous tumor waiting
the big bang revisited
potential is never reached
i could stand on the rocks that portect your house from the waves
i could shout your name all night
and get no response
wings sketched in pencil on a page of a notebook
a supernova of unstirred creamer in a coffee mug
a gelatinous tumor waiting
the big bang revisited
potential is never reached
i could stand on the rocks that portect your house from the waves
i could shout your name all night
and get no response
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