Sunday, March 10, 2013

Fancy poetry in the morning of terror

Jumping trays of patience always love the sky limits.

Homes with the can of steel always leave empty.

Uppity hands never shake freedom.

Ill words rather gently slide under no faith.

Never Again.


Hinted reality always loves the apple farm.

Most hind sight lives to the future.

Pieces of jewelry shine in the sunlight.

Peering into your mothers happiness is wonderfully sane.

Mistakes in the eaves of knowledge break few barriers in the long run.

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