Sep 2014
I'm wading
Through it;
Up to
My eyeballs.
I can't run,
Barely crawl;
I'll submerge
If I fall
Into the alphabet.
I can't stand,
I won't sit;
There's nothing
Left,
But
To write
It.
Through it;
Up to
My eyeballs.
I can't run,
Barely crawl;
I'll submerge
If I fall
Into the alphabet.
I can't stand,
I won't sit;
There's nothing
Left,
But
To write
It.
Written by
Francie Lynch
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