time December 16, 2007
Posted by sinisterdexterity in Odd Thoughts, Poetry.trackback
i built no edifice;
no memory remains
so why should any winter
wipe my footprints clean?
Sinister Dexterity
where the hands talk to you
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where the hands talk to you
i built no edifice;
no memory remains
so why should any winter
wipe my footprints clean?
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