Friday, August 19, 2011

In The Bloom is as fragile to a breeze as a touch is to me: I Am ..not what you paint

In The Bloom is as fragile to a breeze as a touch is to me: I Am ..not what you paint: Im small when im with you so tall when alone Im shy when im with you a force to be reckoned with alone In crowds I have wings I am soc...

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