Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
October in my head
The breeze is still
Warm enough to
Coerce cold reminiscence.
I dream them dry with
Ideas of broken bottle smiles.
10-15-10
Warm enough to
Coerce cold reminiscence.
I dream them dry with
Ideas of broken bottle smiles.
10-15-10
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October in my head
October in my head
