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Stella Maris
His eyes are dotted brightlights

Licked with dust

A golden seabird

Halfdead with spray

His banners broken flags in the wind

Devouring life he breaks at walls

The glint of dead fruits glint

And then the Moon...

And then the Moon...

And then the Moon...

Комментарии
01.09.2005 в 13:21

Винтовка - это праздник! Все летит в... Красную Армию
It makes us sick!