. Pena
of silence inside you
I will find,
not ask me how anyone
end the match.
Words
slip through my fingers, points
are running
senseless dancing in a notebook.
I have been lost
z and V's, I do not understand
iota of the alphabet.
Pena, blacks penalty
omens, go to your meeting.
of silence inside you
I will find,
not ask me how anyone
end the match.
Words
slip through my fingers, points
are running
senseless dancing in a notebook.
I have been lost
z and V's, I do not understand
iota of the alphabet.
Pena, blacks penalty
omens, go to your meeting.
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