Saturday, June 13, 2009

fly away

the anger of mine had fade away
to the highest altitude
like a timid ambush.

green blue
indigo cocklat
every feeling had been mixed up
waited to be mended with satisfactory make up

the only feeling to brew
to be precipitated
into the place my core located

put an eye on me
to see how i achieve my dream
one day one moment
i will be out of the bitch. brain is rusted.
wat the hack.

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