assorted animals, a burning door and i am sorry
By aiwaz
yr words are hyenas snickering verses among the tombs no, from you is the hard boot echoing against the groan of the oak of the door slaming shut- yes, is the crack of kindling broken door burning in the hearth- maybe, unfurls like a cape if this keeps up i just might stop until turtles rain down like sheep. Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 07:28 AM PST 0 • 8
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"yr words are hyenas..."