сряда, 10 март 2010 г.

When I grow up




When I grow up, I want to be a forester
Run through the moss on high heels



That’s what i’ll have staring at the seashell
Waiting for it to embrace me



The face in the ceiling and arms too long
I wait for him to catch me



Too much time spent on nothing
waiting for a moment to arise



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