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October 30, 2005
THE FOURTY EIGHTH POEM
waiting. we are. to talk what ? something
the air is special today. clear and try a deep
deep breath. let the spirit. grease down the lungs.
and touch the moos
投稿者 agf : October 30, 2005 05:59 PM