sitting back in the blackness, pupils wide as pennies, the spring breeze blows the trees. and the classroom shudders.
10 years ago
Reads.
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11 years ago
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13 years ago
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13 years ago
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14 years ago
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see the bird.
he befouls my head.
beware the leaves beneath your feet. they are not so idle.
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