NOVEMBER'S DOOR
(blog entry)
blue mist
echoes in the streets
of some long dead hush
in san francisco
where we met after work
light years inside these pages
i call you everything good
looking over my dead shoulders
across the fields and into
the trees of night
your f... read more
echoes in the streets
of some long dead hush
in san francisco
where we met after work
light years inside these pages
i call you everything good
looking over my dead shoulders
across the fields and into
the trees of night
your f... read more
blog entry posted Thu, October 29, 2009 - 1:17 AM
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