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Wednesday, August 13, 2014


I want this to be a "Holiday of you taking our breath a way"

You're Violence, and yet you're something else.

and She will sing, Of empires and hours.

I "set sail" in you alone.

You'd better drag your fingers, on the sea.

I always wanted you Romance, but you play a harp.

You're so clean. Dress me, ocean.

from July 2, 2003