I am matter.
Of flesh and blood,which is better
Than being spiritual. Write me a letter
of pain and disgrace and finish it up with a
lipstick trace.
You never see how i loose my sense
when
carving your name on a rickety fence
That kills the remains of my self defence
That`s how my love hurts if
that`s the case.
I am sinner.
And all I have is my inner
space. That`s becoming progressively
thinner.Soon, I will be one of those
who consider dinner
As their faith.
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© Copyright: Кант Кникер, 2012
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