May 3, 2010

Strømsgaten 30. april 2010



I wiped the table-top
Mother layed you down on it
I sticked you together
by the pieces
and now you`re waiting
for the blade
I will cut your
hair, eyes, nose and lips out
but I'm saving heart
So the wall could absorb
the essence hidden inside

pss pss
Can is wispering softly

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