I fear, that, that is everyday created,
A conscious that is slept, yet working.
I fear, but I am everyday humiliated,
A brain starved but creating.
I regret, being commissioned counted,
A hand is still contemplating;
I regret the reflect, digested,
A fondness for I, I am killing.
I forbear being liberated,
A unique ne plus ultra is waiting.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
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WoW!!!
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Hey ..why do u say so ??
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