all we need |
borrowed |
crumble drawing |
harold's eyes in harold's book in harold's playground in harold's park. |
i didn't kill the rabbit. i like rabbits. |
littlehawk |
i lost control |
man in a book |
memory |
my antler that |
every living thing got soul |
playground copp. |
that my antler. |
the rabbit died. |
but while they wage war we may yet walk softly on this earth. |
we neither changed but were changed by time. |
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