me with a gentle breath of mist
in deep, gloomy, cold corners
saturated with moisture, much in the smoke
I try to hide
proves a thinker, now let me reveal
the world how stupid I'd
littered with empty words
I would not mind my Lord
Although the speeches just sounds
pure words and pronounce
even if briefly, as not to length
I bend, to break.
(7 January 2011)
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