by Alec Meyer
Staring didn’t accomplish much (I thought at first), but maybe it could.
If I stand here long enough,
If I let enough wind blow in my face,
If I let the mud squish between my toes.
Maybe It Could
by Alec Meyer
Staring didn’t accomplish much (I thought at first), but maybe it could.
If I stand here long enough,
If I let enough wind blow in my face,
If I let the mud squish between my toes.
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