another world
By noComet
an original thought dreams pass by hopes of .. .. everlasting streams of golden bays shallow in may or june piles of feathered broomsticks crossing pennies without me arrow the harp to loganbar sway noteworth with y do we die? (in the) end Written June 20th, 2001 © on Jun 20 2001 11:11 AM PST 0 • 13
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