Your portrait, unique like life;
colors like moods.
Light and dim light at heart after love you lose.
To hear the truth but not to see,
a disguised lie is what you hear.
You act to confuse her yet you expect life be fair.
Like gas lies leak and your conscience be in burning flames,
a man not to cheat and expect not the same.
Your portrait unique like life with colors like moods; both
made a portrait so beautiful yet centered in a broken frame.
Description:Of no conscience
My name: Daniel H. Schluckebier. I am slightly an aggressive person with a good sense of humor. Man on a mission with goals to achieve. I love spending time to myself or with weird and interesting people. I love writing and into artistic thinking. I enjoy creating new identities and tend to be multi-personalistic from time to time... Considered mysterious and random. Not to be annoyed or upset. Very easy going...
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Portrait and frame
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Interesting... is that a little confession...
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