growing up is 4 losers , by sophia |
flowers that climb to tickle the bottoms of your feet, falling just to pick yourself up and do it again. swirl of no-worries, no cloud of darkness dirty hands, messy hair. something good before the bad |
Posted: 2018-12-13 03:13:15 UTC |
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