vladikus
What I fear is to step into a wrinkle and feel the heat as I'm ironed in.
Have only encountered it briefly in the course of my entire life.
I missed a thousand times on the porch with my grandparents, whom I only have once.
Clear the clods of dirt away. There is a dirt-caked aluminum can. I flip it. Someone didn't finish their drink...
Is it a caring about you or a desire to make you into something that I want you to be?