I will walk right into screaming and flying glass
I will duck, and I will run, my legs back then were much more fast.
And she will take us in her car, them and I will drive.
The sweet distraction of an ice cream cone turns salty as i cry.
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Poems probably
Poetrythe later parts are a lot better than the first ones in my opinion poems and random stuff i want to put on here
