Calling out - (Dead in paradise)
Married day loud present
Blind day fore the faith to you
I'm not shore that the mind is you
Loud as breaking mirrors
When things are chanching
That silent hour
Is a minute to late
Time is now fore a wonder
Blind day a dark age
Calling out
A name
In full movement
Its easy to take
Power from the moon
Barking to a stone
Dead in paradise
Poetry by Mr painter
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Written on 2008-09-26 at 10:38
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