domingo, 11 de novembro de 2012

The wrong haircut.

Create this young atmosphere.
innocence is still in you.
Pubity looms but hair and lowtones won´t change you.
 
You haven´t been infected like the woken dream,
has shown you.
No your roars and squeals are as natural as the long grass green.
Your gossip and descriptions full of onomatopeia contains very little meaning...
 
But your joy,
Is fresh hot coffee for those that crave caffeine.

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