maandag 6 juni 2016

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I'm nothing
nothing more than breezy wind at play
teasing the wild poppies, nothing less,
than this captured Shadow in the corner of your eye.

Stole a little future, lived some past
didn't last, didn't last

Cruel-hearted one, with your silence and sins
you cut the poets soul, fragments resilience
enable to move on without forgiveness

how far will it go?

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