Old Old Fashioned
Saturday, 23 January 2010
Fourteen
My soul slides away.
Like in that song.
They make sickening music, but their lyrics ache with love and sensibility.
My soul stretches in this skin, freedom is
tattooed
across my chest for those to peek at in awe, I am breathing entirely on my own. I am new.
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