Poetry
These words are my sexy, little red dress
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Underwater
There are rocks on the bottom of my ocean’s floor and I refuse to walk anymore, but only swim underwater with my eyes open until you grab my hand again and pull me back through the passing wave, back to you.
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