minor philosophies/ major apostrophes
the never-ending search for the soft spot
Monday, September 28, 2009
Holland, 1945
And you want to travel with her, and you want to travel blind
Among the garbage and the flowers
And she'll feed you tea and oranges that came all the way from china
send her your regard
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