Piercing lies behind soulfull eyes.
The likes I have never seen.
What contortions made you. Twist reality
At the root.
An absence of self.
I assume.
No core of substance to
Fix or cure.
Mendacity
Menterosa....... no hay una alma.
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 8:03 PM UTC
Piercing lies behind soulfull eyes.
The likes I have never seen.
What contortions made you. Twist reality
At the root.
An absence of self.
I assume.
No core of substance to
Fix or cure.
Mendacity
Menterosa....... no hay una alma.
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