Saturday, February 16, 2008

what goes around, comes a round

life, if you were to meet me
in a cold dimly lit alley
I’d dance on my toes
punch you on the nose
and ask how does it feel
to hurt and never heal.

ram cobain
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3 comments:

greek alphabet said...

hugs.

6:33 AM
ram cobain said...

:-) :-) million gracias!!!

6:48 AM
Tequila said...

woah.so imaginative.refreshingly original.

10:30 PM

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