calamity in november
most oceans are open to you and it'll be time to come and grow with me...something day with sun skips in and everything now, in this room is well lit and curious, not like losing ground ground or weeds pulled up i admire, walking to the car, creatures crawling through dirt, and how they know, oh they know a thing or two for us and that's good enough to open the sad hearts.
2003-11-19 | 2:38 p.m.
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