

how you willtwittling his thumbs the wayward sat stone silent against the marble wallhow you will
too wandered-out lost in a pillar of thought about fire to notice he was on it.
take this how you will but he never once screamed.


you are lostsilly child, you are lost but so am i--you are lost
do not ask me where you can find the way. can't you see me sitting here?
no way has found me yet.
Make a Choice
*hug*
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