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days end

by  Samerbata

Posted: Friday, February 4, 2005
Word Count: 68




slither across the paint
and splash the colour
create picture perefect smiles
with a swift shiver

the cold down my spine

snakes eyes, look in
look inside
fragements of a picture perfect
come togehter
they create the fate
come toghter

be the cold down my spine

slither across the walk of life
the long mile, with a new footstep
one day starts, with the same
a day ends.