Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do...
domingo, 24 de enero de 2010
Breathless
I claim the clock to stop
For it's just breaking the sharp silence
That cut every little thing
Out its senseless and atractively
Motionless shape.
I claim the clock to stop
For me to fall apart
Into the frozen darkness
Of the endless instant
Round and perfectly cruel
Why you shut thy eyes to me.
"nonsense":
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