The Flute of Art
We said I dabbled in the art of greed, passionate about the eyes I feed
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Smoke and Flashes
I can't see; I am not blind
I can't see, I've left my past behind
beneath heaps of tightness
I can't see, your beauty obscures
all I have is always yours
take my hand,
let's pass through these doors.
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