Like Throwing A Bottle Into The Sea, Hoping It Does Not Hit In The Head A Grouper
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Playing With Sisters Boobs
certain nights to let the wounds dry and warm even in other keep the blood
"I know your eyes deep without a bottom. full of stones like coins in a fountain. those hoping to return people. you did not return anyone."
("where he at," "Once Again A Fond Farewell")
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