Saturday, October 24, 2009

Time

last time
i see many thing in a load
where the love float
feel fly with a boat
nothin' care with a coat

that time
creepy her I'm in beat
carve it in paper sheet
like more a love heat
no need and cool it

this time
no rose in the palm
the thorn is hurting
thyself don't want
pick it, but
let the smell want to be picked


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