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...
Terror thunders down from the sky
Crushing hopes and dreams...
please help me go
please help me leave...
Dividing the sand
hill you urge the moon to undress...