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another morning broke


I wake up to the sound of despair
in my looked room
where there is no sound,
no voice, nor breath, no air

and above it all
it doesn’t seem fair
a hoarding dragon
of treasures in the lair

silently watches over
whatever went missing
is forever lost

will never live again



and everything that I am
will be consumed
in the fire of my eyes




Bunden vers av Tobias Hedlund
Läst 637 gånger
Publicerad 2010-07-16 17:38

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