otro poema

Goosemaster

Lifer
Apr 10, 2001
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The old man said I should have used the pencil

I was so eager and so viral that I thought that it was for me that god made the pen

For me it was written, I told myself, that for me his best did God intend.


Shatterproof would my dreams remain, without heartbreak, loss, or refrain...

No pausing and no thinking and no censequences drom which myself would I have to defend


and yet my trophy room is empty, gathering dust, from end to end