why the moon once orange in the sky of the city? cotton has become a period, which spanned the distance seemed blurred haze, counting limit - we only have the rest of the time or gap and stuck in between, or in fact we do not have anything, ticking clock can be a needle, basic look that ran aground in the liver and divorce are hurting: -I just butchered helpless dry twigs monsoons, "why?" troubled heart removed a day, waiting for the night, maybe sky orange moon calling it back
Agats - Asmat, July 17, 2012
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