s. h. o. r. t. s.
. . . . s. h. o. r. t. s. picks at the wall like clip-on earings nervous shake of foot in practical shoes, complacent leg cross and folded arms, thoughts collecting moss as the pervading city lights smother the stars . . . .me and mein fren was sittin' yeh, me and' mein fren Aroura Eden. Written March 27th, 2002 © on Mar 27 2002 07:53 AM PST 17 • 0 • 10
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