I break my teeth against the pavement in a slow motion fall from the hundredth floor window of my memory. I once was a child; a little lamb in visions of lavender and lace. I once was a girl. I once was.
I break my teeth against the pavement in a slow motion fall from the hundredth floor window of my memory. I once was a child; a little lamb in visions of lavender and lace. I once was a girl. I once was.
