Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Farewell Sweet 20
I catch you in my open hands
But you scatter through my fingers
Sweet loss and sweeter release
Through a glass I percieve the man
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