

if you were a vegetableAn onion of many layers? You must be kidding, my dearest! A hollow vegetable is not you You are to be eaten with a spoon In the open air by a girl with flowing hair Slowly –handsome and bareif you were a vegetable
You’d be a twilight extravagance of the summer


idFloating, gloating on pitiless indignation When the rain has no smell or colour The patient of your flattery lacks imagination Smells and colours are never dreamt andid
Melodrama is forged when the author doubts
And the author doubts everything But the sincerity of your look, your tear, your wink -
Things, which you know are on the brink
Of reality. We search for fractures in strangers And discover our own lies drowned in puddles
Tom...

wounded repetitionif i could touch, taste and swallow all of which is nothing inside of you i could fall out of a timeless void and melt into your ownwounded repetition
if i could collect and drink the droplets of your sorrow perhaps the worry would be of disinterest and the wounds would stop bleeding
if i were given an open door and merely closed it to avoid illness i could float about in a warm haven and care very little, yet endure so much
if i had for one single moment the timless essence of laughter i could wipe away your remorse and patch what was your innocence
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So many pretty parts, never a pretty whole.
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~If u wanna be somebody, if u wanna go somewhere,then u better wake up and pay attention~
you aint russian by any chance are you? i only ask cause i happened to see that mock up passport thing in your gallery
<Blushes in shame>
lol
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