Tuesday, 18 October 2016

The nights in strange

the time the mares or dreams give the state of mind in struggles of the particular dilemma from that day ... 

And whether I am in control of my life or not 

The dreams of only those in a situation of living in a hoard will know of 

The whistling near of those tornadoes when you translate that into speak common 

Those others not so easy to do so in common 

And certainly those that leave me in sweat of shaking scared beyond speak 

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