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August 08, 2007
Bratwurst
Kirstin Richardson
Brat prince cries to be silenced by hums.
Meowing in the distance.
Lying in a cradle of filth.
Voices are consumed by laughter.
Snowboarders do not exist.
We all get a chance in the eye of the storm.
Meowing in the distance.
Lying in a cradle of filth.
Voices are consumed by laughter.
Snowboarders do not exist.
We all get a chance in the eye of the storm.
Posted by Rock Heals at August 8, 2007 08:00 AM
