eleven lashes - the moment of conception... oh sweet boy, the suffering comes and goes and keeps shape-shifting. somany new songs, someday you will hear, somewhere west or east... in between i will say thank you for your words and of course your bravery love sam the sham
How many days has it been That we have wandered slowly Sluggish eyes upon our feet Stepping in lines drawn by A liking to places we have been
Yet lonesome dogs lay still Resting heavy faces on limbs For a while longing forgets To howl in hearts of regret The patient eyes close Under lids daylight folds For quiet knowing rests still
