Monday, April 29, 2013


Those days when vexation is all over you..
Those vicious mates grinding your patience..
Those vile feelings eating you up
Those Vigil days of resentment.

Yeah you ! and you !
gratefully ungrateful !
the opposite of pureness
which seems only me imagined it..
how paradox chills me
so cold it get into my bones.

I remembered being forgotten..
how humans conscience seem wither
as fast as the changing seasons..
how great those greasy pride?
so gross it vexed me.

Wewen's voice

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