Black noise and nasty whisper,
I've felt the smell of lie
We'll live through entrails' despair
We'll find the way apart.
Don't wanna change a minutes
With frozened true on lips.
We're carry with a limits,
Appropriated body's tips.
We're strangled by the opinion
That glory in the eyes.
But have u seen a minutes
To glance at open minds?
21.10.09
mine true
© Copyright: Александр Евгеньевич Радченко, 2009
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