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I don't know what it means
I ponder all by thoughts and dreams
My mouth's full of screams
My studies - wasteful leans
And there're dozens of reams
For me to learn, it seems
My life are made of schemes
Apparently my soul is made of seams
Sun shines with no beams
And I'm lacking steams
Yet I don't know what it means
Engulfed in thoughts and plunged in dreams
When bitted by unseen fleas
Enjoying nightly teas
Computes flashes gleams
So blinded like the pulling teeth
Anesthesia is no myth
Insanity of thoughts and dreams
I wonder - what the hell it means?
27.12.12 18:08
I don t know what it means 27. 12. 12
© Copyright: Баяр Сергебаев, 2014
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