Rabu, 22 Desember 2010

a fairy tale Sisiphus for Ook

sisiphus I say roll all morning to night on the streets of the capital. but I'm happy, but I'm happy. I hear there is a speed like tears in the jar poetry.

jug of poetry for the sake of a sip until your tears keteguk ingrained in my poem pulse tonight
because I have incarnated sisiphus roll all morning to night here. but I'm lonely, but I'm lonely

and I gulped a jug of poetry, until .....

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