Where is the soil
to feed my veins
and pollen winds
to soak my soul
Beneath the layers
of thick macadam
I shed my reds
and wait in vain

Where is the soil to feed my veins and pollen winds to soak my soul Beneath the layers of thick macadam I shed my reds and wait in vain |
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August 7, 2005
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great job!
means alot
yeah, I get excited about this sort of thing. VERY nice, and I'm glad it's short... rambles would ruin it. dainty and poised like the subject, slow-sad and kind of feeling like "save me". .. dig? she digs. thanks for writing this!
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Come down to my room
I was thinking about you
and made a pass at myself
WOW what a fantastic comment, in depth and spot on
thank you so much
At least that's what I see...
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玉: 我的天使 ♥
Always look on the bright side... there's more light there and it's easier to find stuff.
my veins and in vain. and thick macadam.
wow.
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Ff
so lovely. such a lonely glimpse...
i love the brevity too. fits perfectly with the subject matter.
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