Friday, February 13, 2009

Wayward Breeze

if you don't move it doesn't hurt that's not what I wanted to say stay oh stay the wayward breeze invites a drift of petals on speed wait for me while I play through this Beethoven sonata describes a storm of love today and every harmony squeeze later released silence or the radio murmuring to itself inside the fan's whisper souls aroused action impelled tell me again none of it counts

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