down a one-way street with a boy under the sheet got two minutes to get him home but i don't want to let him go, im on the way, close my eyes for a second, but why let him go? i check my watch but i shouldn't have, what was the point im carreening toward the garbage truck that is flying in my direction with no restraint and it occurs to me that i am going the wrong way down the one way street. and than i got the boy home. somehow.Birth sign: Aries
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