Jerald Newman

zombie on the strings

In love on August 26, 2012 at 12:08 pm

It is weird,
so unnaturally we love,
black is the routine of the unnamed society –
slaughterhouse of my dreams….
i see you like myself in the mirror.
we are one….
endless one…

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