Close your eyes and listen to the music
Coming from my semi-precious soul.
If you touch my dream, you`ll make me lose it.
Go and go on falling like a stone.
My sharp tongue is not for summer flowers.
I am buttoned as my moon is left.
And your long-lied letters lacking vowels
Are not readable but being kept.
14.01.2011
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