Written by Emily Harstone | August 5, 2016
My bird’s-eye view of humanity…
He saw her, then he jumped.
I looked up; she walked by
Standing and sitting row walk path.
Precariously the egg sat there, waiting.
One room seems as separated islands;(
I dropped the diamond, just slipped.
Keep your head down and walk.
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My bird’s-eye view of humanity…
He saw her, then he jumped.
I looked up; she walked by
Standing and sitting row walk path.
Precariously the egg sat there, waiting.
One room seems as separated islands;(
I dropped the diamond, just slipped.
Keep your head down and walk.