There's a framed memory on the living room bookshelf:
of a little girl
running
through woods
and clinging onto
oaked nature
Two
bluebell eyes
peer up
in youthful wonder
as her
sad
little
smile
asks:
Will You Be My Friend?
There's a framed memory on the living room bookshelf:
My ageless soul encased in Kodak film.
of a little girl
running
through woods
and clinging onto
oaked nature
Two
bluebell eyes
peer up
in youthful wonder
as her
sad
little
smile
asks:
Will You Be My Friend?
There's a framed memory on the living room bookshelf:
My ageless soul encased in Kodak film.
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