rain walks its stage
sweet rage
dreams fly
as wind cries
painted eyes chalk colored
brick building wall
trying to see
between drops of
rainbow sighs
trying to be
between seasons
where light
crosses your soul
blinded you know
if treason
what do they mean
sweeter rage
lost reason blues
painted heart
night air songs
‘I have to go back soon,’ says Adam one afternoon. Yes, I know he has to go back soon. He has to go back to London and to his job and his apprenticeship. He has taken the maximum number of days leave – he has taken his entire Summer holiday in the Sp
Just a simple gathering of the Gay & Lesbian Activist Association of New Birch and Sipsboror (GLAABS) and we plunge down a hilarious ride to perdition.
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Jane