lunes, 30 de noviembre de 2009

Random Princess


She looses control, her eyes rolls back and forth
she`s anxious to know the meaning of infinity
The answer is complex
not always one wins
not always one bets.

She wants to cry sometimes
Over of the grim of her hair
she`s so melodramatic

Her hopes are lost
poor Random Princess
between the fall and the oblivion
she becomes nothing.

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