Wednesday, February 9, 2011

.-09--0m,=-

It broke my handcuffs. 
Your leafs turned from orange to yellow.
The object was sold to be opened 
The root beer gave a recipe without judgement 
Lemon lime ponds and stripes that died 
 
Your ladder wrote a tall tale 
Your clothing missed my families argument 
 
For pain, there were not enough glass bottles to collect 
The sun never moved towards a vacation 
It was just you with my favorite color 
 
And i figured
 

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