I could not stop winds turn
of pain in the edge cliff
because the hair was dated
stretch into swords
flashed cut absenteeism
: Who are you?
who sees the emptiness behind
when the distance is spinning a
vengeance
even the unforgivable divorce
I can not breath
which sough to call flood
crashing sound revoke the tongue
into
embers, fire the liar's voice
shrieked and howled in pain that
hunting charge
now, came all the
finally .....
Timika, August 26, 2010
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