torsdag 26 januari 2012

Obvious


No expectation during the interrogation. As the blood paints, my skin is pleased.
Not have all been in vein. Smiling I, look at the stains and think about the fall. Only the life has left, is the pity i left.
Learning and harsh, better yet than none. Perseverance and stubbornness, decades of practice.

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