One foot on the ground
Friday, November 2, 2007
i was a child and she was a child
sometimes i wish i could gather up all my thoughts in a big basket, and then lay them all out and sort them out by colour and size.
then i'd file them away and keep them under lock and key, so they can't escape and haunt me.
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