Sunday, October 10, 2010

Crushing Pot

I saw regret before my eyes,
It's untouchable, irremovable.
He kissed me like Angel,
And burnt me with fire.

This is unmistakable mistake,
The haunted dream.

Like shadow from my ancestors.
By the inky mind of Aida Zahrol at 4:48 PM
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