He's living here, inside my mind forever,
Within these clothes, hiding in my shoes...
But who decides if someone here is clever
And who creates the projects and the rules?..
I'm staying here, despite my place is nowhere,
Within these carpets feelings start to play...
Are you the one who cares to be my lawer,
Are you the one who forthes me to stay?..
We're playing here, among these sheets and caprets.
Inside my mind you either sleep or die.
When I need things I go to supermarkets.
My open rule no lawer can deny.
Sept., 22. 08 (c.) Zamulina A.
An OPen Rule
© Copyright: Елена Замулина, 2008
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