Of gifted landscape,
No fire escape,
Elongated like spirits,
Long arms, longer smiles.
The winter white escaped,
Your touch evokes truth,
I am frozen under tracks,
No time to utter rebuke.
September 18, 2009
The Lone Ranger
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a lone nigiri, not on my watch.
nan da yo!!
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