stretched out between my legs, my
strides marked the ages. Later,
I turned. I looked back. I
forgot to burn like
the last match
shepard fairey
ras
ras
ras
ras
ras
ras
ras
gustav dore
our boys
death and burial
wm
Thursday, April 1, 2010
The American Night
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