Quietly the dust settles in the aftermath of a sandstorm.
Roughly piled and dry like dead twigs on a winter's day.
And you say you think I'm gone next stormy dusty winter.
And I say I think you're wrong.
Monday, November 06, 2006
weathered.
Posted by Teez at 10:41 AM
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