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perjantai 5. elokuuta 2016

Good bad summer


That summer was different from the others
evil lurking around the corner
knife outstretched to strike
writer achilleen  heel
or the back. Since the summer, if you would be
painting it should be
bright bright spots,
and a lot of gray shadows.
Good and evil fought
with each other, Amor was resigned to
mischievous gnomes mercy.
The fairy was it the writer's minds,
only strange memories, they are hiding
somewhere in the shadows of the past.
Mother Earth was sad, his
eyes secretly leaked too often
tears. Pessi was lost
illusion, and as Goblin
usually dreamed rainy
cave cavern sometimes
thrown over the radius of the day.
Author apathy crept lower
layers was lifting weights,
ran indiscriminately missing
followed by youth. dove
storm rises, sparkling
waves, and managed to rise
from the same physical
intact. Inside shattered up
back down to earth. Author waited
something cheerful, a small fortune stem plants,
morning and convened again towards the
ascending date.


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