slightly grim patiently beneath this suffer the glow swallowed uttered the boy's sigh undo cord sixth finger torn hyponotized into bare sleephood stays aroused in hibernation minute by minute drop by drop exhaling a tree of oxygen 130 vessels away from torn he has to be told that he is okay he is okay he is okay you are okay you are okay I am okay okay. |
2006/06/16
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