when i was five and eighteen weeks, peat mud on my kneesmy father climbed the maple tree and hung me up a swingand i flew so high that i could almost touch the infant leavescause i could do anything, i could do anythi…
Destroys me
Sooo prettyyyy o:
This is so raw and pure. Brave and brilliant work.
oh my god
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