Spinning in the rain on the river. Once were colors now faded gray Drops of rain collect on eyelashes And fall as masquerading tears Dancing softly down a sullen cheek And she spins. And rain falls. It’s all gone, gone, gone.
my socks never match, i like books,i like fashion, i love coffee, i like to write, my banana-seat bike is named after a dinosaur, i am very pale, i'm allergic to just about everything, last night i dreampt that i had a pet mosquito that was all mine and would wrap it's little leggies around my pinkie finger, i've lived in many places, my favorite color is grey, i can never eat just one wheat thin-it has to be the whole box.
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