martes, 14 de mayo de 2013

60 for nothing.

Living lies inside a glass, time passes by.
Watching nightmares. Televisions.
You sing, I dance. You play, I die.
Upside down, objects over-reacting.
This clock is killing me. Stitches of tic-tac.
We, human beings, how we like to torture ourselves.


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