04-19-04
Monday...
Safeguard your beauties
not in your masks...
Light digs up the hope.
You appear like pure flint...
Unsightly world searching for unsightliness in...
to constantly conform herself...
as the body count
careered out of control those...
Two birds perched pretty upon a branch by
the quiet stream. The jungle deep in the lush...
Can't hear your voice, but
Vibrations ripple through me...
Dividing the sand
hill you urge the moon to undress...
Forest roads, winding through the blackness of...
Beneath the watchful eyes of Heaven...
When will you go
in dark to explore the yawning...