p03m-1 by tr4nsi3nt
p03m-1 by tr4nsi3nt
in the desert
of the night
branches of
ud clasped at
my heel as i
dug frantically
the temporary
tomb of my magic
i breathed the
smell of lost
plant the seed
memories and
grow some ..
lost youth, that
seemed so beaut-
iful. god, if it
t for her,
it would al
l be
reality. yummy,
yummy, yummy, i
got love in my
ansi and poem by transient/laz. anyone can use any part
tummy. winney po
othey like, for a matrix or whatever?! i do care .
.love sings the giddy.