Monday, 7 July 2014

SENSE





If I am poet, why would I not write

and if I lose myself, how would I find me if I never known me 
and why those things that makes no sense 
the world that makes no sense, will throw the rope around your neck
lets see if knife can make a difference 
and all of these hallucinations
you ask me why
cause, there some things that makes no sense 
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