Blue Machine, by Victor Fox Subscribe to rss feed for Victor Fox 

Your voice is something
Most of all it’s
                       ill September
                                           and yellow
schools.

Something blue wirls around my boy
All around me.

Ill September’s burning
And yellow escapes.
Posted: 2009-12-10 15:26:18 UTC
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2009-12-12 18:39:15Anthony Cardon
Gets me thinking. Loved the atmospheric quality to it.