dirt on my anklebone, i just dont know
about pastel colours and big pockets i cant remember
what used to make sense, or the things i liked and favourites
are mixed up or stolen and i remember when all i wanted
years ago was to be quiet and brave guess im here now just
killing time.
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hi..
You might be killing time in Athens but your Dad wishes you were killing time in Arizona with him!!! Miss you daughter...come home safely....Dad
sounds good to me.
Lindy~
I can't stop thinking about these lines ever since i read them yesterday. And then this morning i heard about the fires in athens.
...The big pockets,
the dirt, the things you liked,
and the being brave...
little bird, return~
and pour out your pockets.
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