domenica 23 dicembre 2007

Round Trip

I'm puking. - May I have a doggy bag? -
Life's a plane crash, cold burnt body in a sack,
a falling soul trapped in exploding flesh.
I'm returning home... - Captain, I feel bad... -
(the original version of my jet lag.)
Ruining angel entangled in mesh,
here we are. Welcome back.

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