Treasure Island

Madrason writer

(24-07-1967 / waalwijk netherlands)

Burning Fuses

You command
and demand
in your cruel

There are no words
to describe
the bad vibe
that one can

Plausible excuses,
for plausible
one abuses,
I stress!

None the less,
I'll burn all
my fuses,
just to end up

30-12-2012 Madrason

Submitted: Saturday, December 29, 2012

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