My life is a line of organised boxes, my mind is a deep sea of undiscovered creatures and treasures waiting to be found.
I lay on the wet grass, the stars hung up in a perfect velvet sky by those who have left. People call my name, but I'm somewhere else. Blades of grass cut my soft skin. I lay in ribbons on the Earth waiting for you to find me.
I lay on the wet grass, the stars hung up in a perfect velvet sky by those who have left. People call my name, but I'm somewhere else. Blades of grass cut my soft skin. I lay in ribbons on the Earth waiting for you to find me.
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