sway with me, everything sad -- madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure the sky; sway with me, sad things -- fingers split on a forge old age like breakfast shell used books, used people used flowers, used love I need you I need you I need you: it has run away like a horse or a dog, dead or lost or unforgiving. Submitted by .eve.
Added: 2 Jun 2002 | Last Read: 27 Jan 2021 1:53 AM | Viewed: 9512 times
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