Written by Emily Harstone | November 2, 2016
In the blink of an eye.
Whether coming or going, he’s gone.
It’s crazy, the rider magically disappeared
The forest retreated, licking its leaves.
Can’t you see me? Help me.
Now I lay me down in street.
Now l lay me down in street.
And with that,she was gone.
It wintered. She ran to join.
falling from the bus it hit hard
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In the blink of an eye.
Whether coming or going, he’s gone.
It’s crazy, the rider magically disappeared
The forest retreated, licking its leaves.
Can’t you see me? Help me.
Now I lay me down in street.
Now l lay me down in street.
And with that,she was gone.
It wintered. She ran to join.
falling from the bus it hit hard