Tuesday, February 8, 2011

In Some Kind Of Esoteric Glory Comments

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You’ve slept with me, and we’ve made love:
But this has never been your home- but a place to run away.
Maybe an oasis;
Only my dog is here now- even the airplanes are gone,
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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

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