squirming through
the marbled world
when you remember words
remember the copper tang,
the smoky perfume,
the sad, warm woman
your work must be
porcelain steel rythms
wet bug
David
|
May 12, 2007
| 1min read
squirming through
the marbled world
when you remember words
remember the copper tang,
the smoky perfume,
the sad, warm woman
your work must be
porcelain steel rythms