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The wind blows the warmth at the back of my ears,
whispering the words as said and wrote,
changes which gives a breathing effect,
I know the will and how to fulfill,
but i did not.
Sentence trapped by mummbling whispers
as a torment, wrapped in sweetness and flakes
that non were off your shoulders
where wanderers would have lived on
The sad face solitude remained
as much as long as words written
I took refuge in fate
where then subsides a hate
as the road taken were empty
as punished, i am guilty.
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why must the fewest of the some were the ones?
and that i would be blamed?
and that i would be it?
the one?
a blink in the horde?
a mistake?
Then if that if I am, I fear not
for the truth, no hipocrisy and fraud,
I will keep it in my mind...
- by Devil Ezam |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/03/2009 |
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- Title: seven
- Artist: Devil Ezam
- Description: I'm just bored in my class when i write these...so....plz comment!!
- Date: 11/03/2009
- Tags: seven
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