type slowly.

our definitions aren’t compatible.

Posted in curiosities, words by Lara Crombie on November 13, 2009

Drinking wine and feeling fine, this fucking poem is going to rhyme.

Now that I got that out of my system:

the end n. (nd): A girl is free before she falls. She falls to be free,

because the distance winked and said you’ll never make it.

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