My memories were stolen
Fled my water drops eyes
On lips of desire
Crazy moments running straight from emptiness
To nothingness
A Cocktail moment split a billionth of a second
In nothing and everything
While a hooker brushed hears on burning city
Homeric version time was sold as new ones
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Author:
Byllis (
Offline) - Published: July 19th, 2011 13:48
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Comments1
Fascinating and intriguing with excellent imagery, seeming almost disjointed but not exactly. Very interesting.
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