Kiwi the Child
Jersey city, NJ
Biography
I am the apple that chose not the tree it fell from Watered by the heavy clouds, when they come around I am the chapel i pray in and i find hell from Quartered by my steady doubts, when they come around Home is here and far away Just as the cure will not remain We have to change, sometimes its the same, so change I am the ripple disturbing my ancient stagnance A world in itself, like anything else I am the cripple that trips over design-advanced Pearl upon a shelf, dusted by my health Hold it...
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