You were kicking muddy dimples
into her bleached cheek as she slept,
while I just rested against her and tried tasting ice.
(We must be all warm inside, because those baby clouds
keep curling up and dozing in our lungs.)
You were kicking muddy dimples into her bleached cheek as she slept, while I just rested against her and tried tasting ice. (We must be all warm inside, because those baby clouds keep curling up and dozing in our lungs.) |
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Hopefully it comes across that way.
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He was a cowboy, mister, and he loved the land.
short and very, very sweet. quite moving, really.
congratulations on the Artists for charity thing, by the way.
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From the house down the road from real love.
Thanks very much for your comment.
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He was a cowboy, mister, and he loved the land.
an experience, anyway, and i'm printing my own christmas cards from it ^^
more than welcome, hmmhmm.
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From the house down the road from real love.
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From the house down the road from real love.
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Genius ain't anything more than elegant common sense.
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