10/9/09

October 9, 2009
Crawl into a tiny hole,
Careful not to make a sound.
Roll into a little ball,
Praying that I can't be found.
You won't find me in this place,
And though my back and legs are sore,
Invisible as air itself,
You can't hurt me anymore.





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