Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Shape

Sweet, the marvelous eyes of the masses stare at the unidentifiable
Black! They say. We cannot see my Lord
I ask you now, I'm telling you now...
Falling and falling they screamed their past joyful moments
They died their once colourlful lives
Gazing at the feel of the inherited amazement


yep and by the way,
It is not necessary to use more fingers while typing than writing, or I could even say it the other way arround and it would still mean the same thing, if you know what I mean.

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