Saturday, December 26, 2015

Its the secret taste, hidden between my tongue
While I open my mouth, you can see nothing, none
I have been in its display, a sight of vices adored
Not an evil man but a smart goat in his home
I can tell you if you wouldn’t search on your own
There are people who chases ghost in the cold
Heart is a void, you can place things and mould
If it breaks, you will blame the shadows
If it works, its not need to spray
You wouldn’t say nor your friends
Its the weird place yet all fit to be known.


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