til human voices wake us
do you dare to eat a peach?
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
i'm the soul-less type
scribbled out. hardly edited. this is me raw, off the cuff, uncut. boom.
oh for a soul not brow-beaten
not dragged for miles behind a bandwagon,
a soul quiet and peace-full,
a soul that can weep at Mozart
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