I often used to browse a second-hand record shop in West Street, Farnham. One afternoon I found the "Smells Like Truth" album on the discounted shelf and was captivated by its cover. As this track shows, the music didn't disappoint once I'd handed over my quid and got it home. "Arms of a Dream" is still a haunting track.
I CAN’T EXPLAIN MY POETRY, ONLY EXPLORE IT Poems eat us. Alive or dead,
doesn’t matter to them.Poems swallow the great nowheres of the world.Poems
deceive ...
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