Friday, December 18, 2009





I play
wicked with fate
I am late
for being here
I am wicked with sins
they win
I am a show of despair
I must repair
all the unhappinness growing lines within my soul
otherwise I fall
into applause of broken attitude
and attribute
to expense of lost time
i ryhme
for me, for you
I applause for
nothing.. but emptiness
magic
tragic

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