søndag 25. desember 2011

Obedience.

If my hands were made of water instead of clay
I wouldn’t fear them being washed away
They’d be washed away
If my head were filled with seeds instead of clouds
I wouldn’t worry about them floating away
They’d float away
If I didn’t have to feed Cerberus
If I didn't have to
I wouldn't have to. 

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