this is how and you'll...

so drink, like a fountain made fromt he glass of your eyes and i think, maybe this time, there'll be salvation colored like dark hills with wild horses running across them, pastures with only green green grass growing ont hem, clean like the smell of a new life. i know you may or may not be listening. i know you may or may not care. i know so many things these days...

2003-09-10 | 4:38 p.m.
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