"Wandering properties of death. Arresting
"Wandering properties of death. Arresting moons within our eyes and smiles we did rest amongst the granite tombs to catch our breath. Worldly sounds of endless warring were for just a moment silent stars. Worldly boundaries of dying. Were for just a moment never ours, all was new. Just as the black horizon's blue."
oh Rufus.
oh.
Posted by at October 6, 2002 12:20 PM
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