Strange how the scae forms
in tiny patterns
on my antenna
and the
We climb the cliffs
and hang from trees
wrap the rocks and
One more young writer slid away in the night
over the
I was fourteen
She Was Twelve
Father travelled - hers as well
Europa
Down
(Tell me about your childhood)
At the tender age of three
I
One of our submarines is missing tonight
Seems she ran aground
Caroline
Makes the final adjustments
In her rear-view mirror
She's nervous and t
It's poetry in motion
She turned her tender eyes to me
As
The Earth can be any shape you want it
(Hold me,
Early evening he get these urges
Skin tension under leatherette
A back
Keith was the sole inhabitant
Keith was the sole inhabitant
Keith woke
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