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Thyme

I surrendered my breath;
As loving as you were all those words..
never drew me closer

Thyme had me reminisce a
time that unfortunately did
not belong to me..

Around every corner a
faint whisper enticed me
to let go...
to belong

The sharp corners acted
as a wall for me to not
pass unharmed and by that...

I only surrendered once.




Fri vers av Frida Andersson
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Publicerad 2015-11-17 15:38



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