Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Too Bad I Have Nothing To Drink In My Fridge
by R. G. Dewing (9/27/05)
Across miles of salty desert land,
see a teasing glimpse of writhing air,
and (fully knowing that you will die here)
give me one last kiss in exchange for
a mouthful of sand.
by R. G. Dewing (9/27/05)
Across miles of salty desert land,
see a teasing glimpse of writhing air,
and (fully knowing that you will die here)
give me one last kiss in exchange for
a mouthful of sand.
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