May 2015
Neither you, neither me,
Nor this building blocks of three,
Four ever it may be,
Will build five as it bleed,
Needing six senses over me,
To build a solid seven equals infinity.
Nor this building blocks of three,
Four ever it may be,
Will build five as it bleed,
Needing six senses over me,
To build a solid seven equals infinity.
