Citron et Pamplemousse

Sunday, August 7, 2011

howl

you may howl of broken hearts
but he howls of broken people

the scattered remains of friends and foe alike
fill him with barbaric needs for sound

-Pamplemousse
Posted by Citron et Pamplemousse at 12:06 AM
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