Just a little something I made up listening to the truth of the galaxy as spoken by the dark camel himself.


The broken girl...

She walks through the streets...
...with no ending of her shame.
Look at all the people she meets...
...all looking looking exactly the same...

...and she looks just like them.




Poetry by Fisknils
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Written on 2005-08-01 at 23:08

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