24 iunie 2011

Everyone needs

excuses to be right, 
a companion for solitary moments, 
or an island where to pretend 
they’re miniature tigers.

I am the drug,
don't watch me dancing,
there's little joy.
dry the rain, we're going to be friends.
after all
my mistakes were made for you.

run home.
don't worry at all,
we're as naked as we came
trough the camera obscura.

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