quiet please
Boystown quiet hour:
howling drunks, my windmill fists
now hear slow moon rise
howling drunks, my windmill fists
now hear slow moon rise
posted by Matias at 3:04 AM
Sunday, December 03, 2006
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the Terrace treasures
golden orbs silver beads sweat
full moon rise and fall
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