The Mind's Border
(diary with random lyrisc)
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5 April 2011
Drinking again my poison, I wonder
Maybe with curious, maybe with mad
Is this the truth that my life makes me stronger?
Is this so good that my life makes me sad?
People like a snowflakes… so cold, but so fragile…
I licking my wounds of that ones who is gone…
Ghost of the happiness simple fake treasure –
Never-born child from the world’s pulsing womb…
(© daniel vice 2011)
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