your deepness is not darkness, ocean-water eyes. grey light meanders upward from something small and central and the one-way fog that grants your stardom veils the whole world from you, pretty girl.
(how) do you keep your conscience clear? you seem to fumble carelessly like you don't have eyes at all. i am grateful for meteorology-- without which i would fall captive to your dustry eyelashes and weathered hair. bronnie _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
