letters to the blindmen - 1994
dear buffalo cupcake
dear buffalo cupcake i think it's come it's now april eve feeding the eight dollar alligator for the last time i'm sorry i can't wait for you the sands are rising around my ankles and not even the anchor in your whisper is enough to keep me in this desert ocean i can taste my name of the wind blowing west i hope you understand i can taste my name on the kisses of the wind
Posted on décembre 17, 2001 09:48 PM-=-=-=-=+=-=-=-=-
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