torsdag 26 januari 2012

Eureka


Once dreamt as water, concerete has become. Serius as joke, deadly like so. Right again, feeling the same. Wrong as always, feels like i'm flawless.
Once dreamt as ice, sand has become. Judged by honesty, pointless like so. No commitment again, urge of the same. Confused as always, desire of flawless.

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