Monday, June 14, 2010

Toronto To Meaford Transportation

My nights are better than your days


Cadi without realizing that the emptiness you swallow.

The cold wind burns your face.

Life runs off fierce, asphalt welcomes you silent.

Only a slight thud, like the shot with a silencer.

But the earth is redder than a death by gunshot.

The anguish in the eyes of the people, the serenity of your outstanding is chilling.

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