Dear Vic?
By Loneliness is condescending •
recall the willow submerged in a dark forest
its leaves and vines swirl onward
you speak in riddles phantom of red
what am i searching for?
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October 6, 2006 05:15lost the lonely dead
i have no idea but i think maybe this could be built upon it seems like a start without an end, a good start with promise though