Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Stammer
My hands are cold
And they stutter.
No gloves = No warmth.
Unable to put thoughts
Into action and reminders are
Sliver thin, like
A strand of hair.
I am carpet.
I am sidewalk.
I am solid ground.
You can walk upon me.
Just don't drag your feet.
And they stutter.
No gloves = No warmth.
Unable to put thoughts
Into action and reminders are
Sliver thin, like
A strand of hair.
I am carpet.
I am sidewalk.
I am solid ground.
You can walk upon me.
Just don't drag your feet.
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