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The rabbit

Fallen faces cementary gray
focus on a cheast, slim shade
awakness in a second;
realizes sex
Drug konstitution
forgotten in a raindrops pure horrification
blending crowed with a boring tail
of a mother, a son and..
coctail dress, fading star
freedom speach with all those lies
modest speak as populair
forgotten words means no sin
Bleed my heart fell my pain
I am the child in the wizzards hat




Fri vers av Kristian Horn
Läst 414 gånger
Publicerad 2006-05-29 21:58

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