Saturday, July 18, 2009

Oh, Nadia,
The sin and the soul.

Lift up your spirits,
gather the bowls
of sublime will.

 Take me to your land,
enchant me, lend me your bicycle.

Travel up the world, Nadia,
 off pain and beauty,
to blindfolded regions.

In your palm, lay the world,
rest it on another,
free yourself, Nadia.

Drench yourself in
the mirage of clouds.

Nothing is what it seems, Nadia
Why did you try those things I just told you?

You are,
and now became,
who you are not.

You disappoint. Always.

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