Guest Rustic Monk Posted April 3, 2008 Report Share Posted April 3, 2008 when i leave, i hope my light burns the brightest gabriel duncan ease the ridicule as the wind begins to go like a frightened sparrow trapped behind a window certain safety close but far away trapped for one last day ease the blinding pain so that i may walk again among the grand vins stalks whose providence lies plain in plots, it rots in the terroir flutter not so hard there's no bard to purity no extraordinary weigh-in maillard offers no obscurity just a lacquered box and a printed effigy . Quote Link to comment
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