p.o.w.

your a camp all your own, sunlihgt if you grant it, moonlight for raindances and you can take the plunge, now.

baby, you could turn the green to gray and all the way back around, we'll be ashes and you'll be turning , turning things new with life again once again.

you leave wreckage for your beauty everywhere you walk.

2003-06-26 | 10:33 a.m.
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