the oxymoron, by Jaime |
twas dawn upon a full lit sky the snow covered day hotter than fire the wind it blew so still across my face the rain it started fall drying the ground and the cold desert so full of grass to be contuned. |
Posted: 2010-02-23 20:13:03 UTC |
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