torsdag 26 januari 2012

Perfect


Pretence of reality melts into action. Slow systems without determination, Errors not forgiven. Orders recieved soon smoothly acknowledged.
Difference unknown, perfection achieved in this world. Beauty forgotten nor flaws to be found. Wake up half dead my eyes heavier than thought, we remain.
On time for work, the smell removes conscience and i am numb again.

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