Saturday, 28 December 2013

The Moon and The Yew Tree Were Still an Accident:)

"The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,
White as a knuckle and terribly upset.
It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet
With the O-gape of complete despair. I 


live here."








Hello,
I do, too.
:)

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