The August Project
A history of love, in parts
Red leaves and a storm.
The early life without mirrors.
Broken lines in a coast.
Another night gone inland, into rain.
Not in my voice, but in gardens.
Is sky anywhere?
Sympathy and trees, meaningless, half-seen.
To have gone away.
— 3/8/06-5/8/06
Red leaves and a storm.
The early life without mirrors.
Broken lines in a coast.
Another night gone inland, into rain.
Not in my voice, but in gardens.
Is sky anywhere?
Sympathy and trees, meaningless, half-seen.
To have gone away.
— 3/8/06-5/8/06
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