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Adda Marcu

Publicat Duminică, 11 Octombrie 2009, ora 09:55

      Warms of hope sing my misery,
      And pour propane in my mouth,
      And stucked anxiety turns me off,
      While bullets are running above.
      Thorns of stress neglect my sight,
      And weak energy erases toxins,
      And imitations of normality,
      While my knees slap the ground.
      Unable to move to extreme,
      I let the rain to knock me down,
      And blue silhouette to rape my love,
      To slow down my mirror.

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