Don't know, I just wrote someting, wired,.


The hiding place of mine.

In the drawling fog of london
On the streets where the 60s' used to swing

Lies

- hidden under an ebony black stone
with red drips of barfight blood and snow,
just like snowwhite,
yes, just like snowwhite -

my soul

It's lying there in a prinsess dress
And ponders.




Poetry by Sofia
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Written on 2007-07-20 at 00:57

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