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Saturday, September 22, 2012



Ruins of what we see now,
And I try to hide any plot
And even when a smile impart
Will you leave me now devours,
And both could without hours
Life will know every secret
And having my way bitter and distant
The end is already approaching and nothing anchors
A ship lost in storms
And you know so far any pier
Besides this shroud in green tones
The days in continuing pain and sorrow
Only the immense cold flows in me
Death of hearing the bells sounds pretty...


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