Volcano
I am a like a little girl who hides behind the curtains of her own hair in elementary school. I am like a catapillar, a larvae, collapsed and neatly rolled within a small cocoon. I am not afraid, I am simply taking shelter for when the ice melts, and the ground erupts.
1 Comments:
Oh Heise, Ms. Heise, it's been far far too long.
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