There are no scholarly words to be found here. Merely the ramblings of a static mind are the order of any bored individual that stomach's the burden of going further.
Friday, February 1, 2008
rings red
For the lonely eye. Confess the blue. Hug the empty wind. Sing your blue song till it rings red. Nothing left to tell you. Which flower did you hope to smell anyway? Just go ahead.
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