- Fragile, as though some one will touch me and splinter me, cracks spreading like wild roots, and then I'll slowly fall into pieces
- Like getting lost in a beautiful place
- Like sitting under the tree where we've carved our names and sprawl across a blanket reading
- full of rum (from last night)
- that philly-cheese should NOT be mixed together no matter what the lady on the telly says
apr 25 2012 ∞
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