XXI, by Sumit Singh Subscribe to rss feed for Sumit Singh

underneth the belly
 lies a soulful stray
of no one to recognize
 for no one to pray
without having the hint of danger
 of all those love of dream
she headed towards the light
 of darkness
which was never here to stay

i looked around and wondered
 how emotions play the life
for those who know the game
 they always go gray
in the hardness of sympathy
 with the warmth of shoulder
you know what to do
 who me, still out of the way

me for me is still myself
 and myself is now confused
i loved those mexican female
 i heard that texcan blues
and i love to love the love always
 and time and time revised
those callous way of living world
 for no logic
and no coming
 and no return
still haunt me to bare
 myself. always
Posted: 2005-10-13 20:03:11 UTC

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2005-10-07 04:41:20ill haven
are the grammatical errors purposeful? VERY interesting if so.