. The Garden, The End of Our Neverending As I lay you down on the grass, the orange daisies weeping around us, the lotus flowers opening and closing, the armageddon coming and coming, my love, my love, this is the end of our neverending. We go down together. We enter the garden of lanterns of …
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Kenny Mah believes in the good in people. He has been blogging for over ten years. No, his hands aren't tired. Yet.



