Wednesday, May 11, 2011


warm feeling inside your head
constructions above cloudy skyes of whispering
breaking through the walls of desperation

bip alarms following the trees of agreements
loud are the voices of constelations blowing
touching voluptious scars and discriminating windows in pieces
masking undeveloped meanings in advantage

hollow gates in creepy houses glowing in the dark
is your body falling appart
escaping from the sign of inspiration
loveless fellows in closed doors
be youself just follow the map...

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