Thursday, October 24, 2013

Everything Under.

I am sad
I am warm
I am cold
I am sunshine
I am safe
I am a mouse
Constantly
Running
I am briefly
and surely
and almost
sure that
I'm not
Ok

I spell
I rhyme
I hide
thorns
in my chimes
I hug
I cut
I breathe in
I breathe out
Almost
out of
Air, and
sure that
I'm not
Ok

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