Bye the way

by Fading Memory   Sep 13, 2015


Nothing so important
if the feeling you got
yellow pale fruit of a poisoned memory
I am certainly Not sure , who is me in this play
lines float on the surface of an illusion
i see people walk away ...'
from everything they hide
just not today ' i say
whatever it's gonna be OK

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