welcome to our buildings
frozen fall
minutes of decay
i'll stay
compliments of those
who ride ghost horses
i write my prose
to turn on my power sources
in the shadows i dance
so that you will not see me
in the rain i sleep
so that you will not reach me
what takes you so long?
what makes me this strong?
who's hiding on your tongue?
who's right and who's wrong?
my darling, have you forgotten our dead sisters?
minutes
© Copyright: Раздва Тричетыре, 2012
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