BEAR HANDS: WRITING AND POETRY
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Passing Through
Now I remember
when the lights got bright, the town
lost its translator
When you are alone
maybe you are making some
beautiful things too
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paperarcade
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love love love.
May 2, 2009 at 2:56 PM
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