Lilacs And Eucalyptus - A Poem
Climbing into the new
years on the far side of
The numbering millennia
now feels all
tears-verses-orgasms.
Climbing into the new
years on the far side of
The numbering millennia
now feels all
tears-verses-orgasms.
How do you want to be defined? By one action? By some opinion that could evolve? By a mistake, regrettable only with hindsight? Or by the sum of your parts? Okay, do that for other people. Start the trend.