When all my metaphor has been undressed, you'll still find me looking west
Still Looking West
When all my metaphor has been undressed, you'll still find me looking west
What a hopeless phrase. What a terribly, terribly hopeless phrase.
Welcome to my mind. Watch the first step, it's a doozy.
"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"
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