sexta-feira, 6 de novembro de 2009

Drowning Lessons

Without a sound I took her down,
and dressed in red and blue;
I squeezed...
Imaginary wedding gown,
That you can't wear in front of me...
A kiss goodbye, your twisted shell,
As rice grains and roses fall at your feet.
Let's say goodbye, the hundreth time;
And then tomorrow we'll do it again...

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