camp was alrite
posted by mavlicx @ Tuesday, April 19, 2005
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I want to sleep Swat the flies Softly, please. After killing a spider, how lonely I feel in the cold of night! For love and for hate I swat a fly and offer it to an ant. A mountain village under the pilled-up snow the sound of water. Night; and once again, the while I wait for you, cold wind turns into rain. The summer river: although there is a bridge, my horse goes through the water. A lightning flash: between the forest trees I have seen water.
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