My limbs cut freely
My limbs cut freely
through the air as I walk and
I think of swimming.
through the air as I walk and
I think of swimming.
posted by Pete Green at
16:05
27 April 2007
About Me
- Name: Pete Green
- Location: Sheffield, United Kingdom
Poet, musician and snowflake. Sporadically sparkly. Rising slowly. Pedestrian. Grimbarian. Edgelander. King of the impossible. Big girl's blouse.
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