Monday, February 20, 2012

red napkin poems

There is no reason, and no way.

I find only the mad interesting.

For all length, a short - but actually, ambiguity.

For some time I was wondering
But now I am knowing in absence.

There is no sense in anything - even THIS.

One more but not from me.



Saraid's 2st, Mondial.
This is for me but you can look.

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