Away
Sail away,
With the wind
He smelled the Shore,
There He picked up a blue rose,
That had a deep smell
like a tatoo in his skin.
That looked like A skull And Bones.
Deadly Life,
Survival Heart.
Looking for her,
In the endless seas.
found nothing.
But her blue rose.
in the shore.
copyright@[x]
inspired by [y]
BedTime's Quote[40]:
" Time doesn't exist, unless you try to realize it" --[x] [Psychological-Understanding]
Political Status: On treaty.
Psychological Status: Mental-block, Mind-disfunctioning, Psycho-friction.
Note: I tried to write but I couldn't, this post is not Writing!, when I say Write I mean something more radical.
Goodnight Dear Readers
Thursday, December 22, 2005
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2 comments:
very nice mr.X..i like it..you are good at writing stuffs...
Thanx, Ms.Y!
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