Monday, February 28, 2011

Conveyor

Is winning always a surplus action?
Let it by consciousness and compassion.

Is desire a rummaging fiction?
When one know not the paternal, leaser attraction.

Is apathy a distillation of fear?
Then, multitudinous can be a compass conveyor.
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