- Inside this new love, die.Your way begins on the other side.Become the sky.Take an axe to the prison wall.Escape.Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.Do it now.Your covered with thick cloud.Slide out the side. Die, and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign that you've died.Your old life was a frantic running from silence.The speechless full moon comes out now.
"I used to want buyers for my words.Now I wish someone would buy me away from words.
Monday, October 15, 2007
the new RULE
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It was very nice. Have you written it yourself or you have found it? Could you tell me from where? And I don’t understand what you mean by your last sentence. Would you explain it for me?
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