Water floods out uncontrollably.
No one can stop it.
Not you, nor me.
Things are dropping.
Hitting the ground, each contributes by creating a note of silence.
Perhaps only goodness would save the last drop of water.
Noise, are you here?
2009/11/02
No one can stop it.
Not you, nor me.
Things are dropping.
Hitting the ground, each contributes by creating a note of silence.
Perhaps only goodness would save the last drop of water.
Noise, are you here?
2009/11/02
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