and in this sea of complacency, it is all i
and it has been said that you want your life.
and
this is mine: fourteen years blind
and this is yours: a
kicking at all the walks
i though i might run for
and it needs a - those frayed ends, they are
I carve my key from wood
for inexpensiveness
I carved my key
i was the last one with crayons.
they told me of
with wire-encrusted eyes
then she pulled me aside
and asked
and however overbearing it may be.
we will extend past the
joseph.
say, "none of this we can
own for more than
i decorate it with color - bring it to mine.
i
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