18 de fevereiro de 2011

Growing Parallelisms

Passing trough parallelepiped humanoids,
I see the growing stains as marked cows.

Diffused axis in the blood of their Woods,
are just like rigid melting’s of skewed realities.

Everybody is neglecting their Surrealistic Blame.

Am I always the Same...?

...no, no I have no Obligation of Parallel Tame!

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