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Sunday, August 5, 2007

Finking...

Those loud voices really
pull out of the quicksand,
but the feeling of been sucked down
still surrounds the skin.

Once again it's that touch,
those kind of support
is really indeed in need.

Wouldn't it be nice
if those flower are in yellow
or green?

There's nothing more to say
or write or even to think about.
It's just waiting.


"I'm not living, I'm just killing time." - Radiohead

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