sing
greedily about
the stars in
a
toungue i
don't know what
you
're speaking
in the forged
can
hear the
grass grow in
a
concerted effort
not to lose
your
sanity if
you could be
the
one i'm
looking for today.
Saturday, 27 June 2009
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