Articles Written in January, 2009
 When I’ve forgotten tomorrow.
The breeze is knocking on my door
I told it to go back to the shore
I heard it saying that you’ve gone
To w... |
Sex,
tits,
I'm getting younger in this blitz.
Selling my underwear
on the end of a stick outside my window
beckoning old and young fellows,... |
Sipping on christmas love
in a broken mug
I found it in the snow
with nowhere else to go
i thought i'd bring it home
and call it my own. |
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