Cavehand
I walk about, and know that you have a space for me, then recieve my guidance to see, that you'll feel that presence in me.
Cavehand
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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Hail The Game | 0 | 06/10/2009 |
Whiley | 0 | 03/18/2009 |
Cavehand | 0 | 03/18/2009 |
Ville | 0 | 03/16/2009 |
Frail Tyme | 0 | 03/16/2009 |
The Sweet Air | 1 | 03/16/2009 |
Claim On Hold | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
The Long Pond | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
Constant Universe | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
LedMont | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
Act Clear | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
Drawtag | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
Twist Fig | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
Baithelm | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
Braisse' | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
WallGown | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
Louse | 0 | 12/04/2008 |
On the Deedot | 0 | 12/04/2008 |
Liltleer | 0 | 12/04/2008 |
StarOvey | 1 | 12/04/2008 |
Flatroom | 1 | 11/25/2008 |
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