sábado, 3 de março de 2012

gap, slap.

No words at all. Time is over, world is stuck. Silence is around, silence means everything. Everything is always too much. Can’t. Can’t stand all of that. Keep your garbage, I keep my luggage. Something is missed, something is always missed. Gap. Slap.

You, yes, you. You didn’t have the right to.

Gap, slap, my path has turned into black.
No words at all.
Shut up. Shut you out right now.

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