Will our world come tumbling down?

2009-07-29

My dear,

My Dear,

You lie there everyday, motionless,
Waiting for me, without complains.

I treat you badly;
I hit you whenever i pick you up,
Hitting all those dirty yellow things away.

No complains.

Sometimes i break your heart,
and that's when i change.


Racket racket, dearest racket.

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