Четверг, 20 Октября 2005 г. 23:13
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Mmm... I decided to write a little poem. I mean, to post it here as it is already written. Hope that those who may see it would like this piece. Or maybe not. Anyway, I'm sorry that it is rather primitive as I rarely write little poems now.
In this night I am alone
Wind up there begins to moan
This hungry darkness falls around
F' the answer I have never found.
All night dreaming,
Scaried screaming,
With pain torn eaten,
My soul bleeding.
Looking for an answer
I have never found.
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