walking over lava lands / the ground heating from within / no one moves fast enough.
i try and help them to fly / pass hands through glass / breathe in the sea
still, what is too hot burns me
i am legs over head and no panties, oo wee
the only one left / they did it for aid / how clever to make me old / so her beauty can stay
Sunday, July 26, 2015
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