MALADDENDUMS
10.11.2009
(bones carry)
My brain is the step that whispers gold to street.
posted by Kid Swinging at
2:25 AM
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(called in comfort)
(his dust keeps)
(works counting)
(sewn cease)
(on wonder)
(stop chances)
(come ache)
(and dear, i see)
(only blue skies)
(embedded fame)
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