sábado, 31 de dezembro de 2011

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I fake a joke.Smile.
Self-mocking game of destroying myself.
I fake the confortable situation,swallowing the unsaid.
Polite and justice is needed.

Is not it?

Is

not

it?

The glass is empty and it was unsufficient.
Self-control. Self-Cointreau.

The cups are full of tea and I am waiting the rabbit that warn us all
That it is too late

Um comentário:

ex-amnésico disse...

There's no way out.

Let's go, hey ho!