19 Apr 2007
Trade: Lullabies for Lenny
I read him, you read his wife. We sleep in separate beds, you with your painting beside you, me with the row of cigar box nails that will have to hang it. We dream of each other.
I read him, you read his wife. We sleep in separate beds, you with your painting beside you, me with the row of cigar box nails that will have to hang it. We dream of each other.
posted by magsimillion at 12:50 p.m.
1 Comments:
this is all so beautiful!
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