Turn Into (semi-automatic writing)
Turn Into
from anything to escape
to anything I grab
for the reasons the city breathes
into the crowded arches
the anticipated deaths
the unforgiving curbs
the lonely begging dogs
the buildings weep
as they turn into
tomorrow
what am I to say
from anything to escape
to anything I grab
for the reasons the city breathes
into the crowded arches
the anticipated deaths
the unforgiving curbs
the lonely begging dogs
the buildings weep
as they turn into
tomorrow
what am I to say
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: subcult | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 26 mei 2005 | ||
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