Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Stepped Through the Fire for You.
Time ravages the homeless sleeper
Beneath his halls of discards
With his friends the rats and creepers
Bejewling his humble abode
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