XV, by Sumit Singh |
when i was up in my aura i realised the beauty of dream i sensed the humanity of human i became the upper class cream i visit there with mirth with my being there were clouds of smoke there were infinite of smbition there were running children there were dream of execution |
Posted: 2005-10-06 11:01:21 UTC |
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