On a rainy night in Soho...
Perhaps I don't know as much as I think I do. Misdirection and a wondering, wandering heart. Full and empty. All leaftovers. And we love to paint our words, to sing of our pain and our needs, but who are we really? And why all this lovely poetry?
Monday, October 11, 2004
Posted by Darren Cools at 5:01 PM
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