Monday, August 6, 2012


It wasn't a mistake
but at the end you taught me
through ink marks, symbols
and supercilious writers
that there always exists a classic mode
on which we can fill
hatred like a narrow river 

and you know it wasn't a mistake
there on the boardrooms
none discussed about broken
heart streams
or about forgone seasons
and against all invasions
what is that you expect from me
for enforcing hatred

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