Monday, September 17, 2012



A delicate monster, terrible beast,
That dwells within me and naked
At the same luck and desired changes
Transformation that life itself generates
I have always been under this panther
And it certainly much helps
While one realizes more girl
The face that this time degenerates.
I reside in these dens, hordes
And when you see new days and you approach
Do not try to disguise reality.
Because each step dictates otherwise,
Where is thought toward,
Every con I feel degrades.


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