A room with no time.
Each brick tells a story.
A frog on the wall, with a house on a prairie.
It's just too good to be true.
He understands that it is possible.
Ultra sweetness in a block.
And comfort in what's black.
The thought of leaving is procrastinating.
And when you do,
It's okay.
There will be more.
Happiness.
Friday, April 16, 2010
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