Bianca Free - Blank Slate

Bianca Free - Blank Slate

I find meaning in the air that I breathe; br It is food for the flowers. br And meaning in my footsteps br that bring death to spiders. br In my hands is money for poor beggars, br In my head is a realm of questions and answers. br Every part of me is the holder of some small fate. br I wasn't thrown together on a whim. br My existence carries a lot of weight.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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