Κυριακή 1 Μαΐου 2011

ok sore

thanks for the roses
how familiar thorns
all that remains, non?



Still, you knew all along
beyond your command
my way's gone
Still, I cannot retreat
I bite to what I can't beat
Still, we are not to find
what we had to hide
Still, just hours
not for us
ours.

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