Sunday, March 21, 2010

Sharp Pains Under My Butt Hole

Without a Trace.

Silence is your seal
Nothing is a reflection of your footprint Uncertainty
your game
Rabia ... impotence of not seeing.

erased with Your absence
Any trace. And become empty

My Space.

Behold: Filling in words

Holes Searching
past each verse, which
Finally! gets forgotten.

Something different ... just for a change.
Greetings! Malena