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Jul 3
re:
re:boredom
a camera on
12 again

i am bored mum
well,do something
what shall i do?

i don´t know
(she did nt know either)
i know i will start a fire

that will serve them
nothing boring about a flame
the tear of water..

ii

boredom
flicking matches in a *****´s
den..

count to ten
stamp the grass and
dance..

a cigarette
a ***** mag
a green sky

and eventually
one ends
hiding under one´s bed..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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