(may 12th '08)
the apple on my kitchen table was reality when i saw it,
if the bitterness was carried away a sweet sensation could grow,
my shoes too small and three too many,
i'm writing this from my subconcious and it has meaning.
i'm as sure as a tornado, or that spider in your mouth,
if you show me the alphabet i'll teach you to count.
5 years ago
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