becoming
When I came to, I was running.
But where was I running to?
Or was I running away?
All I knew was that if I stopped running I would die.
I stopped running.
But where was I running to?
Or was I running away?
All I knew was that if I stopped running I would die.
I stopped running.
posted by Ernest Scribbler at 8/25/2004 03:24:00 PM
1 Comments:
Tess, why aren't you writing on your blog anymore? I can't access any publications there anymore...
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