August 14, 2002





  • the winds in my ears and its all that i hear now the voice of love has departed. swoooooooooshing white fressshhhly venting sussurant, sustaining soft whistling sea breezing zephyr. its incessant near-sensuous suspiration supplants the sweet nothings of yesterday. some say you can find the ocean held hostage in a conchs murmur. yet it is in the winds whisper i now find you unheld.





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