The bitter truth
The bitter truth
a spineless man covered
in nothing but white sheets
his innocence visable on his forehead in
little sweaty pearls which shine
the wind plays, provokes him
as he struggles with the last piece of
dignity he loses which leaves him bare
to grind to powder, white sheets waves
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| Auteur: ~* Lady Love *~ | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 17 maart 2009 | ||
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