Joe Lorincz

As I’m dying the memory of life fades like the morning fog, as the sun dries the moisture, and there’s fog no more.

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3 Replies

  1. missing Alien Angel—-Venus—-Gypsy Woman—-Tear Drop—And the winged Angel

  2. Nadia Lerman Sep 3rd 2010

    Venus is present.

  3. sophia Jan 24th 2012

    the taste is savored as beauty’s presence continues


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