With blood soaked handsI desperately tryTo stich up these wounds youleft me withThough it was no faultbut my ownI saw the knife in your handsAnd I emb..
Floating on the wind isa little snowflake whohas journeyed from a home far awaylanding on the tongue of one so smallwho has never seenthe likes of pow..
I wrote this while hopping frieght trains threw Utah. We where in Ogden sitting next to this creek that was digustingly poluted. It saddened me. So I ..