The World’s too big for me, I should live in my shoe Or be a turtle Carrying my house upon my back I would expect my intentions If I could recall who I am— A rock amongst rocks Or this shell that I am Moving thru Time as if there were Ages I loved once Before I forgot how to be But it happened... Sign in to see full entry.
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