Worlds without end the emptiest parts of the life span crows and ravens prey on
frozen, hungry brown bears as if it could smash through solid rock
an eye on some freakist, million-to-one
Sunday, July 05, 2009
The touch and tendril of you, the beauty of you outside and beyond all nations and all governments, how is it that I couuld become absentminded of your preciousness
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