Throw your newsboy cap in the frothy fountain behind the rain. Remember the time I slipped, no, fell, no, tripped, and scrapped my knees on the blank concrete? The cold damp air reminds me of home, an unknown home that I have yet to find.
Spinkicks are for lovers.
- May 12, 2003
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