winter heart, summer life
and take the movement, melting we'll see blue skies and white-foam shorelines a bandage on our faith, there's you and me walking lonely roads through mist and muck, one more flock of strangers to the news that everything we need just might be laying bruised and beaten by sand, cold, dying.
2004-07-02 | 4:30 p.m.
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