KARRAM

October 28, 2011

Filed under: слово — dila @ 10:48

Here I’m inside the roots.
I grew as the little youngest, the one who never been asked for something.
I may never done the right thing,
I may too youngest to do a thing,
and I now take offence to anything.
I rather disappear than never been asked.

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