Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
I'm gonna hold my name
And float into an apple
Don't be sad it's who you are
You may feel bad about it
But I'm better off
Dead
At least I have my name
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