metal machines
steel words
automatic movements
free from humanity
we sink our own instincts
walking aimlessly
down the park of moments
we became vagabonds
in unrecorded moment
while the time grabbed
with its scrawny long legs
hungry we stuffed
love without flavor
with bony fingers
in our gaping mouth
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 10:00 AM UTC
metal machines
steel words
automatic movements
free from humanity
we sink our own instincts
walking aimlessly
down the park of moments
we became vagabonds
in unrecorded moment
while the time grabbed
with its scrawny long legs
hungry we stuffed
love without flavor
with bony fingers
in our gaping mouth
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