untitled 6Mar 03, 2008 - 08:39 AM PST catch the shadows against the gate voices flutter over terrace walls and slither down against the rough gray plaster they were animals, caged as animals their glassy eyes couldn't see the city from this hill the trees that block an eggshell sky at eyelash level we could hear so much clearer with our hands empty |
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