Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Sunday, April 03, 2005
A Pim of Love
I love you more
Than the sand on the shore
Than the air that I breathe
It's you I need.
20/20 Vision
And it's a burning flame
A fire on the inside
Reaching for the flashing exit.
Plucking the strings of despair.
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