Monday, March 3, 2014

Parked

What are you aftaid of?
Sometimes you just need to
          accept

Do What your mind tells you
            Not to

Loving poems
Hateful words
Sing for her

Strange..
I don't recall it
A letter to whoom
Some kind of haikulingoyo

The laser dot
Stolen bike!
Follow it
He knows where you are
We have certain tracks to
         Follow

So if you certainly can
Return the stolen goods
We can sleep in peace.

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