The River, by debater800 |
Running next to me the river goes he is angry punching slapping yelling at the shore like a girl whos four wanting to feel the touch of a parent, the wind nags him on pushes him to go on no one knows where he is going but he runs next to me and i run with him. |
Posted: 2010-10-03 04:23:02 UTC |
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