Thursday, May 05, 2005

The Last Minute To Silence.

through the sunbeam of the town,
beside the red pavement,
my darling buys something,
for someone.
over the red pavement,
i shut my mouth with a muzzle,
with a chocolate in my hand.
no one tells me to hide,
but i try to do it,
god watches me, and she...

there is no words to say,
no tears to drop, no story to tell,
everybody waits for the last minute to silence.


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