Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Victoria Drivers Licence

irony in every damn song, the word love.

Racing in the desolate, like a fairy black
"Love is blind, and fell to the bottom of my rankings

because of his false contentment, sexist and naive ... '

humid air of autumn, which falls on the ground away from the houses

dusk fell, only now then
alone
to cold, shock, sound

black in the woods and want to shout, to celebrate a rite
came an emotion, fear ... I would

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