Youth, say.
Arrogance.
Fury from his mouth bowed like a song for bleeding insects and at our feet the city. the furnace. the prospects forged one after the other in the bask of golden street lights as she walked away.
His hand clenched in passing.
Well You Damn Well Should!.mp3
1.10.2008
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