Painted puppetA Poem by Adela MuresanAbout life principlesWhat is there really out there? *********************** Why bleed when you know that the daemons feed on blood and the angels on your weakness…? Paint your anger and distress
Someday you will reach the slippery mountain top., and move to the next. You want to love? You want happiness? do not be naive... Once the walls are down all inside is next to fall in truth, before the last drop of color is shed. Dance on, painted puppet, in the storm. sleep now in the fire. Cheat, lie and steal but never feel.
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12 Reviews Added on October 22, 2008 Last Updated on October 23, 2008 AuthorAdela MuresanAboutHeya, I'm a 18 year old chick for Romania, studying first year economics in college. I dance while I put my clothes back on the drawer. I like late night net-surfing , reading and reading and read.. more..Writing
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