06.10.04: New design. Got rid of the art and tape trading sections since I don't really trade
anymore. Lots of new poetry.
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moonlight midnight and
we run through the
fields by
the lake. she says,
take my hand into the water.
drown with me in
silence. love. ardor.
proof.
wind whispers through flowing
black grass.
--Molly Herrick 12.04.02
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