martes, 20 de mayo de 2008

System.Diagnostics.Trace.WriteLine(poem);

deeply lost,
deep-fried,
what's this thing
tugging me tough?

What can I expect
to attain?
The pursuit of a ghost,
unsavoury enterprise,
relentless drive
and ungrateful.

It all exists
only in the mind
evolving
to the beat
and the bass
of imaginary days
and endless summers.

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