Saturday, January 21, 2012

Questions ?

Don't ask me questions.
They stole all the answers.
Don't ask me to sing..
They took all the keys.

Imagine I was smelling a grey flower today.

Don't ask me about the future.
Desteny Avenue is closed.
Don't ask me about the past.
I bearly remember yesterday.

I was shot by a shooting star.

Don't ask me about my tears.
Happiness can be liquid.
Don't ask me about my smile.
Just schmick the clown.

My compass points south.

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