Naked feet dance with blades of grass.
stuff written by jg
T H E M E S
alphabet fishing
creek songs or love strummed through the leaves
fruit
the whale
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Is It Over?
She parts her lips
To let out prisoners
They melt in my ears
And harden my heart
I don't like the sound of goodbye.
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