unknowing he caters to their whims.
fuming, you stab the earth cursing under your breath.
the soil dries faster these days...
epiphany strikes-
young one,
you must learn on your own, the greed of others.
i wont have you cast out.
i instead will just hold you when you learn of their ways.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
dont finish your own business
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2 comments:
In my opinion, you're best yet! I'm so fuckin' proud of you, my detroit squirrel! PS: I've learned of their shitty ways, please hold me! See you soon!
this stabbing action is passionate! I do that often esp. on men's heart.
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