Squall Mongrel
MONGRELS ARE AFRAID OF ALCOHOL LIKE HOLY WATER.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Sweet
"Hands,
touching hands,
reaching out..
Touching me,
touching you.."
It's a song
I put inside my pocket.
But it's raining--
I hope it won't get wet.
If it gets wet,
I might forget the lyrics,
but not the music.
You are the music for my soul.
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