You're the centre of adrenaline.
And I'm beginning to understand.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
To the Paradox
all words point at the one
who took away all the fun.
all letters are acknowledging
the one who left nothing.
oh how these sentences lie.
on top of each other, so white.
all this and more, to the one who broods alone.
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