Friday, March 18, 2011
The ground is glazed by my pure white. I grab in children for long periods of time and i chill them to the bone. I cover every inch of the floor every corner of it. and yet i always end up the same, forgotten. When the sun come out they don't want me any more so i just disappear in to the ground waiting for my turn at the top again.
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I like this piece. It's really good, and you describe everything well. However, you want to revise it because there are a few errors.
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