March 2010
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Curs in the Weeds….by Horse Feathers
It’s like marrow without bone. To live in a house with no home.
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And it’s complicated with desires and dreams, with stiches and battle scars pulling apart at the seams…Oh, let’s trade skins
“I think it was the acid. It made me fall in love with the Earth and not wear...”
