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a broken mist, a swollen fist
Sunday, March 22, 2009
isolation
patience (child,) she'll be here soon. then you can sleep.
the (good) seconds fall (bye). (one) after the other,
(day)s at a while. taken back (whe)re (n)o-one
(of patience) will hold you from (you)r (dream)s.
(now)
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