Naked feet dance with blades of grass.
stuff written by jg
T H E M E S
alphabet fishing
creek songs or love strummed through the leaves
fruit
the whale
Friday, December 14, 2007
Obsessive
No one intends to cut
However
They will always
Leave a mark behind
But every scar is a map
Leading to what is special
About you
I suggest you follow it
Leave behind the martyr you've become
And get your feet off the fucking ground.
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