wondering why? What went wrong?
Seeing so sad, feeling tribal,
teaching to twist my own tongue,
I leached the leash for too long.
Anything I adore dissolved...
Successes simply shatter.
Everything else seems more evolved,
evolved as advanced matter.
Blasphemy beings batter!
Inspired irrelevancies -
insisting inside myself -
trying to tell: "Scars-o´-fancies
require rational Shelf
to defenestrate itself."
So I slither in a slumber
suddenly seeking some sex;
dreaming with the eyes so umber
and my lips resting less lax,
"I mark thee a cursed tax!"
Then I stand up in an instant
realizing richness.
It´s so close, yet so distant,
seems so sad ´n so speechless...
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marttina
19. 9.sept. 2012 18:00
$%*!!! este som len zacala citat a prve co mi vyskocilo v hlave je alliteration. cele zle. vratim sa ked budeme analyzovat non-fiction texts, takto to jednoducho nejde.
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