Tuesday 5 July 2016

The dream smells better than it tastes

The other side is brighter
the other land is where life is
the other girl is the one

On this side I fear
on this land I drown
with you I expire

The other
the other
the other

But the other
becomes this one
and this one
the other
so you'll
never win
the game
has no end

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