Sunday, August 22, 2010

Stupid broken heart

I took my bottle went river

Even if they have gone

I have gone aesthetic

Can really get to the river

I do not bring herself to throw away

I stood on the sand

Was thrown right again walked from the surface to catch

Long, long time

I finally let go slowly

Watched it from the fingers slide

Little by little sink

Instinctively want to go to salvage

One hand

But late             

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