Recollection
Under the elitist sun We turned Fervent. Our black hair Held heat. An Ill-made starkness urged the clock Leftwards, by rail, and there You and I spoke A tumble of words. Until It was time to leave.
Dale Chou 2004-01-27
Under the elitist sun We turned Fervent. Our black hair Held heat. An Ill-made starkness urged the clock Leftwards, by rail, and there You and I spoke A tumble of words. Until It was time to leave.
Dale Chou 2004-01-27