Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Friday, September 02, 2005
Initiate our freedom run
I want to catch the rising sun
I'll do it all before it's done.
Synicism becomes you not
There's no use crying when we're lost
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