Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Cranberry Juice Bloody Stool




And all this time your port
anchored my boat does not sail your sea for fear of false
storms created in my mind
false endless nights without stars or

peace which gives light prism, you gave me my dark
enturbiastes water, my source of happiness which magnifier aumentastes

my wrongs which my fears
creastes artist
dark past that persists in staying
without foundation and not
forces your strength is over, your body breaks,
life imposes, life feeds

which premiered arap
clothes and now standing at a corner of the stage
and you're the star you are no longer important
continuous function

life awaits me

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