hope everlasting
glow slider puts chances in a textbook tips cup lids and crooks finger after broken sex industry clears streets of theories that range from timeless to desert sand and watches the sun disapear over the sad mountains from a green cool cafe drinking espresso--- thoughts on god- tangles fingers in his hair and moves tot he bedroom laying easy beneath the ceiling (a loose tongue rattles) and cornocopias open all free things inside.
2004-03-09 | 11:45 a.m.
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