I am a lion running out of breath to catch my pray.
I am a container of noodles been in the hot water to long and going soggy.
I am a oak tree slowly falling to bits.
I am a box of glass breaking when someone stands on me.
By Brianna.
I am a container of noodles been in the hot water to long and going soggy.
I am a oak tree slowly falling to bits.
I am a box of glass breaking when someone stands on me.
By Brianna.
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