Poetry and poems

hands

nenavist a nuda

So I don't know anymore
what to do with my hands, realy
if I was a smoker I'd smoke
if I was a dancer I'd stand
at the door in the smoke
and dance freely
with the cigarette in my hand
no reason for
and if I was a killer I would
kill you with this hands, realy
and you'd be dead for good
and evermore.

Author: KRTEK
Editor: Jan Voldán
Created: 07.01.2003 01:22
Modified: 07.01.2003 01:22

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