chance
my clean hand
touched his dirty cheek,
and the dust of our lives
became one.
touched his dirty cheek,
and the dust of our lives
became one.
posted by peripheral in africa at 11:31
9.8.06
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- Name: peripheral in africa
- Location: minneapolis, minnesota, United States
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