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Oct. 9th, 2015 09:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pomesOh! She looked at me, huge eyes so brown
And gold-streaked hair all sweeping down
Asking for porridge and holding my soul
Five years of wisdom-smeared oats in a bowl
And the truth is that she knows the truth about love:
It's breakfast, and jostling, and puddles, and hugs.
And gold-streaked hair all sweeping down
Asking for porridge and holding my soul
Five years of wisdom-smeared oats in a bowl
And the truth is that she knows the truth about love:
It's breakfast, and jostling, and puddles, and hugs.
