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perjantai 13. helmikuuta 2015

Invisible Child



No one will see me, did not notice,
will not be included to pick up.
I am invisible,
when I wear tooga
, white bedclothes.
Among brainless,
and feelings of the lame.


For adults under the rule,
kicked mercilessly
displaced away from the casing.
They live under the bridge,
and help out the path of the lost.
Angels black wings,
flying past me.
Where is the good hearts,
when they lost the craving?

I am cold, I tremble, bridge.
Below, mumble a blue lips.
A better fate granny
window, not even the
geranium in the winter.

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