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Before the final storm

I live for this moment

This single precious moment


When the breeze decreases abruptly

The fast beating heart skips a beat without notice

With both eyes open, but in fact you do not want to see

The hairs in my neck stands up and lies down again

Suddenly a blackness covers all light

The last breath of air holds a distinct smell of nothing


I have waited for this moment

This single precious moment




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Publicerad 2014-07-29 21:35



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