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
Thursday, October 01, 2009
Question Authority
My friends and their relationships
These days
They only make love in their pockets
Leaving their touch to be cold
Can't you see us laughing?
We're right in front of you.
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