giver
you might, might just have smoething to give that won't matter to anyone but me and then, we'll sit, quiet in the shade and spit-shine it with the palms of our hands until it is new and dazzling as a paris fountain and all the world's jaw will drop clean and suddenly, we can see through to you.
2003-05-11 | 1:20 p.m.
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