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Monthly Archives: May 2011
Sixteenth Hour
8×8 cubicles, fagged faces, hokey smiles, killed my nerves.. at sixteenth hour.. I became a wind.. now.. awaiting to break away.. from this man-made labyrinth..
8×8 cubicles, fagged faces, hokey smiles, killed my nerves.. at sixteenth hour.. I became a wind.. now.. awaiting to break away.. from this man-made labyrinth..
