I am outside the range <br /> and very well <br /> nobody will reach me <br />unless I am willing <br />but to it isn't becoming overcast. <br />the black cloud covered the <br />bright image for me and those days <br />became unimportant <br />for me <br />for us <br />I am not having to break heads <br />in order to invent anything <br /> I can only shout insults at who deserved it <br />I always search <br />for a tart <br />apple, it is raising my spirit <br />when it is as sweet <br />as you, when something <br /> you need <br />and I know what.<br /><br />Maria Barbara Korynt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/33-warm-pieces-i-know-what/
