sexta-feira, 1 de abril de 2011

CP = Compact Poetry

The Doors... opened right now for me.
And so... this is the end.
Cause people are strange, friend.
I don't want a L.A. woman.
I want to be gide for the moonlight drive...
Until a roadhouse blues and break on trough
And say for you: Hello I love you...
My wild love.
Cause i'm a the unknow soldier and the summer's that... almost gone.

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