By St Alcohol
she smiles, saluting at half-mast a dead man mourned with half high flag he laughs, at the poor sod who thinks himself a conquerer, a flagpole; with no banners the dysfunctions of attentions the attentions of dysfunctions Written December 27th, 2001 © on Dec 27 2001 02:48 AM PST 0 • 10 • 16
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"she smiles, saluting..."
Author:St Alcohol
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"she smiles, saluting..." by St Alcohol
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