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Sunday, april 23, 2006
:: Alina 4:20 PM Comments: Post a Comment
An Epitaph For a Girl I Never Knew
Cold eyes glare dimly in an
irate misery
Il ya années it était une fleur
Apathetic looks
limp arms
you wont say it...
You'd asked me yesterday
Why
These things happen.
pendant ces années
la fleur s’est developpée
How could they? How could she...
I don't know.
Elle chante, et
Elle avait fleuri dans
les couleurs magnifique
Bodies press in an Embrace -
the only anwser I can provide.
I don't know
No tears.
And yet you're broken.
Et puis, un jour
Elle meurt
