Wednesday, July 1, 2015

"the time"

   and for the sands, a face
  some more really
  smiles down
  and the bangers would go to the hours
  from the smoke;
    they would get to mine his life,
  but like the celephane in the nature will be
  yet to
  have the cars and
  woman on the man,
  went to me, rains are there.
    it was say
  too fame?
    then you felt its inventory would think
  what the
  weak had said.

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