What a word,
Disturbed from it repositorial
To pursue to purse you.
My imagination is a dust ridden empty bag
But I purse at the sound of you,
Drenched by the succumbing music you impart,
The cloud lifts.
Traumafession:: Dustin in Minnesota on The Soupman (1980) - Greetings traumathusiasts! It’s been a long time since I have posted, but I do try to at least visit the site every week. This place has been great for nam...
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