To the sky that hang on, sustains every lie, remarked by thousands cheap ridicules. To the sky that upper enough than Raja, noticed by many ...
Jumat, 17 Desember 2010
Groovy
ditts
Two groovy people laughing at the sun
So full of life
Too young to know times to strife
Never counting the days
Smiling to the ghosts
After a short while
Life is just a game
From one tiny bomb, a white mushroom
'Tis then their brain must dictate to their hands.
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