Theater of the absurd..
Be the soft, tender blush
On the face of loneliness
The reflection of safety
Gone with the final tear
Be the sweetest of all perfection
Found in the most exquisite death
Or the most lovely of all the corpses
With a grinning laughter to still be heard
You didn't choose this,
but your body was the stage
In the theater of the absurd.
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Mysticelfje |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 november 2005 | ||
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