RIP, dear friend
"The flowers of the city
Though breathlike, get deathlike at times.
And there's no use in tryin'
T' deal with the dyin',
Though I cannot explain that in lines."
- Bob Dylan.
RIP, dear friend.
Though breathlike, get deathlike at times.
And there's no use in tryin'
T' deal with the dyin',
Though I cannot explain that in lines."
- Bob Dylan.
RIP, dear friend.
posted by R S Prasanna | 12:26 AM
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It's gonna be a year next month. Miss Bulls.
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