Feb 5, 2010

Dust



I dust, wipe the tears can taste
When the tomb of memory choirs
Old times, we all share as
Crazy wolf dancing and singing owl
We happily run on Disaster
Spread on the brass plate
Zero fruit ingestion
For everything in the air is blown hollow
My passion and desire to commit suicide
Get on the roof of my broken heart
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3 comments:

  1. MinnieRunnerFebruary 5, 2010 at 3:55 PM

    You're committing suicide because of a broken heart? Oh no, =((

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  2. UnknownFebruary 6, 2010 at 12:39 AM

    This is just poem ;))

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  3. RobertFebruary 7, 2010 at 8:55 PM

    hi friend i added ur link in my blog already.pls. do same.ty

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