all mixes...and we remain brushed against the grain..the hair standing on end...
lost and near..tender and aggressive...hurt souls with cruel games
they never intended..
the wind takes all,
and the wind brings seed to the soil,
even with parachutes...uncertain landing
lost and near..tender and aggressive...hurt souls with cruel games
they never intended..
the wind takes all,
and the wind brings seed to the soil,
even with parachutes...uncertain landing
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