- I closed my door
cool more heartbreaking than laments misfortune,
tore pores, air shaking in the dead wind
: I stop waiting to here
love like fog that never lived
marched without no real form clasped
became homesick stone
, take a trip to the anxiety without end
is not only a liar who failed to play-act
"forget it .... months it changed
pick up full moon at the end of the story .... "
Agats - Asmat, May 14, 2012
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