steveskafte:
A hard rain's a-going t' fall...
steveskafte:
The Autumn Nymph Catastrophe
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lost in the depths
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Musicality
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those subtle moves.
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In a field of stone.
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Little Girl Lost
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day 162 ►
steveskafte:
farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes.
steveskafte:
go well on your merry way, past the brazen footlights of the silence easy.
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To never, never, never wonder why at all.
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And you roam from your retreat and view.
steveskafte:
The dynamo of your smile caressed a barefoot virgin child to wander...
steveskafte:
Tell her the reasons why I can’t remain...
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Some call it heavenly in it's brilliance.
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postcards from 1957
