Ostrich
I bury, bury
myself in the sand,
my head, everything
till the sand reaches
my nose, my lungs
and I have to break free.
Gasping for breath.
myself in the sand,
my head, everything
till the sand reaches
my nose, my lungs
and I have to break free.
Gasping for breath.
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| mucho: | Woensdag, november 09, 2011 10:21 |
| when i am sad i normally forget what my language is |
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| Zo Gezegd: | Zondag, november 06, 2011 09:37 |
| It''s what I do when I''m confronted or don''t know how to handle things. Not the best strategy. | |
| killea: | Zondag, november 06, 2011 09:09 |
| metaphorically beautiful ZG (too much paperwork?) xx June |
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| Auteur: Zo Gezegd | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 november 2011 | ||
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