The world’s too big for me I should live in my shoe Or like a crab Scuttle my depths Looking for a mysterious leakage Is there a place where memories seep Between a then and now? The world’s too big for me I should be a crab living in a sunken shoe Remembering nothing, contemplating The tides of... Sign in to see full entry.
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