Where I Grew Up
You could dive into the dirt and come up for a breath of blue sky, glowing, fluorescent, and warming
Sparkling your lungs as appetites slough off and lose meaning.
20 January 2008 at 9:20 am
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Is it death again?
Is your connection and proximity chance?
Comment by MattWriks — 20 January 2008 @ 11:00 pm
No death, just boyhood joy.
Comment by Sunsun — 18 May 2008 @ 4:22 pm