: who are you going to win?
boisterous rumble inviting dark race
twilight disappeared in the fog
twenty-nine days this leap year
then struggled silently quit
- I am stop waiting
win lose only pause when the end of
a story
were not sure when the end
too dewy night after the rain
tired down
I walking oraund the city streets
similar lights kerdip anxiety
the growing lesion behind wet
foliage
'that trophy master, to whom would
you want to give? '
Agats - Asmat, February 17, 2012
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