Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Monday, November 27, 2006
Scarface Ron
Whatever it was I lost, whatever I wept for
Was a wild, gentle thing, the small dark eyes
Loving me in secret.
It is here. At a touch of my hand,
The air fills with delicate creatures
From the other world
Was a wild, gentle thing, the small dark eyes
Loving me in secret.
It is here. At a touch of my hand,
The air fills with delicate creatures
From the other world
Friday, November 10, 2006
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
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