The rest
Comes after
The break--
Think before
You ejaculate.
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Thursday, August 28, 2008
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The Descent of Winter
You can smell it
In the air--
Blue's the color left
When the wind leaves
The trees bare.
In the air--
Blue's the color left
When the wind leaves
The trees bare.