Saturday, 22. June 2002
we - Bei Dao
lost souls and scattered spirits holdings lanterns chase spring
scars shimmer, cups revolve light's being created look at that enchanting moment a thief steals into a post office letters cry out
nails o nails the lyrics never change firewood huddles together searching for an audience to listen searching for the heart of winter river's end a boatman awaiting boundless twilight
there must be some one to rewrite love
Big Book Of Poetry
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agentfatmen,
June 22, 2002 at 8:29:03 PM EDT
Very, very nice.
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