by anonymous

What about spending this day with young travelers on the old roads still
through his wife and certificates to search for life
who´ll clean up our stormy seas to toss
missing a whole existence is mine and milk,
trust again gazing into floating on indifferent white flakes
interest would give you would agree with glee as
acid on the tongue

Written February 6, 2004, 1:02 am
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