Space’s spinning

 Flies, a tear flies
 It flows ... molten iceberg
 Blood is pouring
 I'm swaying
 The body is cut
 Closed in itself
 Unstable soul
 I doesn't want to be fallible
 And I?
 Sometimes I regret
 And I spit on everything
 I'm regret I was right
 And sometimes I wish someone pressed full stop
 So it'd be over
 With me, it won't more fight
 I have enough of that war
 I'd like to paint Easter eggs
 Not be afraid of tomorrow ...
 ... dream what furs I will have ...
 Ladies !!!
 ...why?
 21:44 21/05/03 

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