As a stranger, sometimes light
both rarified and prosaic.
voyages to new shores,
yet I do not understand your words
Is friendship a state of mind ?
still you call those who don't, select.
Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 4:13 PM UTC
As a stranger, sometimes light
both rarified and prosaic.
voyages to new shores,
yet I do not understand your words
Is friendship a state of mind ?
still you call those who don't, select.
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