Unflinching eye to which I have hands to grab at hawks and eagles without trepidation-by no means a wallflower-iron core-sharp taloned foot-gold eye-hooked beak-sliver tongue
I miss it more then air-in this so conventional-lost nerve-flighted soul
how can I be patient enough?
Thursday, February 01, 2007
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