</>The last sip of water...
I'm waiting for drinking another bottle of wine
...
</>Your finger points to the highway
cars at high speed i'm afraid..
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</>Years is the worst unforgivable hairstylist
He cuts my hair short;
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</>i'm stirring the milk, wondering if it can be whiter
so that another Snow White emerges...
i can smell the fresh grass, mixed with the fragrance
naturally made from strawberries, and don't forget
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</>With scissors, cutting is made crispy
What are apart? Half of the paper is a lonely part.
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</>Mother the baby who sleeps with the poochie
Little pooch is licking the tears from the marble eyes of the baby
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</>If you could find the fountain of wisdom
wisdom would not tell you the telling answer to your question..
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</>Terrible stars fall into the sea
The sea surface with a golden horizon
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</>Carrying an oil lamp, i visited the dark hell.
My papa from the heaven told me to pay a visit
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</>My business
as a freelance wooden runt inside the classroom
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</>Mother GIVES an eternal birth to me
and I give a birth to endless tears..
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</>Downing the queer wine is not the first step.
fella, close your eyes, let him
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</>The next day after the happy ending,
the princess is inside the flowery garden roaming.
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</>this is not only about a ghost
do not only simplify death while you're makin' life complicated;
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</>i'm counting the days that are free.
they're only ways i 've chosen to flee..
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</>The visual dimension limits my vision
but my olfactory nerve is still active
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</>How can a crash and a crush happen here in the carpark
i'm supposed to clench my fists in the dark
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</>You told me the murderer has a black style of beauty
The ugly died. The beauty survived.
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</>While she cut the moon into pieces,
she 's learnt how to share peace
...
We're not great, Poetry is great! I feel the touch of a petal, but I can't feel the loads of your romance.)
You Scratch Your Head, I Stretch My Hair
</>The last sip of water...
I'm waiting for drinking another bottle of wine
I do not need answer but I keep asking why
My facial features are stirred up into a coma
Our god does allow me to continue
loving..
But my reality talks me into letting go.
You head is not that rational, but
why you insist that hardship is always hard?
I do not want to give up, the same as the fact
that I do not want to keep up.
You do not wash your hair, unclean
I wash my hair every so often, the result is the same
Stretch my hair.
my five fingers stretch the ends of strands...
Memories do not slip through...
but hair drops, adding more miseries