sábado, 4 de julho de 2009

on your paper skies,
fall many dalicates origames,
raining, raining.
and all times that the water hit you feets,
she's back without at least wet.
desert are fighting their hearts,
without knowing the reason,
is expelled as magnets.
the eyes don't find the peace
and only can see the meat
mind to take the pain
of those who believes friend,
and play out the truth
try to be somewhat human
and see that the world
is more than sorrows.

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