pencil shavings
life is a pencil. these are the shavings.
Friday, March 19, 2004
wrestle with me til the day breaks over the eastern sky
when wren and lion meet in the twain.
i'll sing you a love song of candy and roses
and kiss your sweet lips again and again.
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