My pieces
and my masochistic lies
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
A star
You are a star, that hardly existed
A story, whom inventer
didn´t have time to tell about you
A poem, whom poet
did never have a pen or paper
You had to live in memories
It was so close,
that I didn´t open gates for you
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