Wednesday, August 17, 2005

The night vault of my lights...

I presume that my arms are gone,
First, I take my tricks to come,
Second in the game... before,
I sleep with my fingers nobody,
I run screaming in sheets of filth,
They are keeped, locked and wicked,

In the midnight vault of my lights...

...the brightest, warmer, I keep you in the glow of my early tears...

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