Monday, 2 August 2010


I am building a great wall like China
With entirely rubbish like beer cans.
Hey don't, don't be alone!
It's only quarter hour to tomorrow.
Is my body emitting smokes
To make a cough like yours?
I used to pen these sounds,
When words trapped in my mouth.

It's not a party to shout about
Hearing the click of the cap;
It is all the time you loaned
For all the talks of commissions,
And children's mouths to mend.
I don't know which one would erode,
Maybe I shall halt.
Let's sync before we sleep.

current listening:

Fathom - Foxtail Somersault
Track: A Love Song Part 1

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