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Tyvarr hade jag engelskt tangentbord sa det fick bli engelska


Fire and wind

The silence in the air brings about
a defening tone from within

From the strangers lips comes defying shout
His voice breaking up with far gone sin

The pressure from the heat brings the
heart to a vivid beat, blood flushing
every vein, taking its toll on the brain

With a gust of wind and a few drops
of rain all is forgiven all is cleansed
and chilled




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Publicerad 2011-07-10 09:10



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