and water is the landscaper; you step out on that runway every morning; bear it every morning; feel it moving every morning; The runaway runway; I am a fast hand on a cliche; So what? So aren't you? it's a passthrough. this here is just a passthrough
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
the grey mist
Posted by Unknown at 9:14 AM
Labels: meta-, mysticism, nature songs
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