Sunday, 24 October 2010

Something ends, nothing begins

I have left all empty halls
without leaving behind me
crumbs of taste of their betrayed lips
then my hands were

so tied up

there's nothing
we are just biting our empty cheeks
today I let them run down my face

I am twenty-six years old
I am used to fill cages
sick on incurability of isolation

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