(this post is in progress. check back in two weeks or so? poems ok now) There is fire inside of me, deep deep below,where the light hits the edge, call it the clayMay all flowers rise as trees, may you growand never have to come down here, into the fray law or country system bot …
Author Archives: Antoon
Fuel and Fire
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Driving that car
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