Write Your Own Escape
A Glance Inside
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Like the clouds that hang lower
I feel the weight of water.
Like the grass that reaches higher,
I feel the need for thirst.
Like the ants that cover the pavement,
I feel frantic for survival.
And like the heart...
...never mind.
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