you are looking down and piercing
a knife onto your chest. darling,
the sickness is bursting out from

inside. every sadness are killed.
yeah, you win. you are smiling with
the small globes in your bleeding

eyes. red and pain are screaming out
from your lungs into my head. I hear you.
I see you! o, how reminiscent

you are

12 July 2008
Steven menulis pada 01:06 | buka halaman |

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