owls -- unfinished by Angela Thomas i love the city most right now. in the middle of the night when all the owls are out. lit cigarettes burning between dry lips, hands clasping and grasping, mouths burning with firewater and passion. this is the time when i feel most at home, most a part of everything. 08/14/2009 Author's Note: crap. lost the poem... Posted on 08/14/2009 Copyright © 2025 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)