Apr 5, 2014


One bright day, in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back, they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot one another.
A deaf policeman heard the noise.
Came and killed the two dead boys.

Nothing to do with the pictures and a complete weird poem to tell one's self on such sunny day with such bright moods and warmhearted company.

This pleasure of being quiet with some homies, enjoying the sun while sleeping on a bench at a public place.

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