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To grow swords from restful grass,
building invisable a kingdom,
the silent secrets on a banner;

Shouting "Manner boys!"
—like toys from childhood
climbing upwards out of gravel

The thirst of being first
to kill

The hunger of anger
is noone’s relative

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Publicerad 2014-03-29 22:19

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