My milk still tase good
It existstwo minutes, your time died, dragonfly
Is my shoulders white shields when
I got a word inside my pocket;
orphan
in a forest, you must not crawl
cause this must be some
Edge
we're chanting
bullshit, this ink is drain
and our isolation
before
Not-so-cool suits are suitable
the situation requires conservative style,
joke
just make me another flower, please
Dragonfly will soon be blind.
Fills the screen with
a case of doubt
I am truly exposed
don't bother, my milk still taste good
Poetry by Liona
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Written on 2006-03-12 at 19:30
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