posted on : 28 May 2008
Load on me and me starting towards the pile of work..
While I should pick up my tools am advancing towards the pen..
Sky looks so gray and heavy and melancholic..
And me happy in its misery..
Drooping eyelids lead me to sins of sleep..
And head rolls back in Heavens of Bliss..
How I wanted each of them to come alone..
and how they conspire to arrive together
leaving me to resolve vows of love I made to each
and be guilty for each..
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