My work on my world

and where it all grows, the great and mediocre not me a one of them, to be a humble hoper

The broken half

thekabaka | 22 May, 2006 16:39

Meaningless chatter for endless pain,
Those merciless hands of beauty,
To fall in snare or refrain
Love a face of tragedy

For the falsehood of a woman


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