Not Even Close
I am a scorpion of molded clay.
You are a subconscious stream sleepy woodwinds play.
I am phlogiston that burns away.
You are two scoops of ice cream on a rainy day.
As we are those, it never comes, not even close.
You are a subconscious stream sleepy woodwinds play.
I am phlogiston that burns away.
You are two scoops of ice cream on a rainy day.
As we are those, it never comes, not even close.
dan_boa made you sneeze at 8:14 AM
2 Comments:
I don't like this. It's so sad..
I Googled this after reading your yearbook write-up. That's all.
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