leaves of grass
because only in dream and in death,oh my poor old man,we can find ourselves..
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Rage (and hate) has been my nest for oh, so many years, and now I need to get rid of it. To destroy my best defence all at once.
Am I mature and strong enough to do it?
John Barleycorn must die
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