Monday, October 3, 2011

I could eat anything as
Lovers always do
In truth and as a parting
Friend who gets along
Or gets lost.

Maps to another faces
Living is always the problem
If none do die
Life is never the question
How, how, how,
Is what I should never ask
Only I have to love
To overcome it whatever
That snaps.

I can eat anything
And hence I never lost.

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