Wistfuljen
poetry
the poems:
new poems:
the first
the second
the third
the forth
the fifth
the sixth
the seventh
the eighth
the nineth
the tenth
the last
agnes walks the winter street...

remembering how beautiful...

she's so sad when she hears...

i come to you with a cross...

i know your flesh...

if the california sun were any more cliched...
questions
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