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autor:: Elendurwen

rubrika:: poezia

I turn my head
'Round with sound
Restless music
From the ground

Shapeless grass grows
As if from my skin
I stare on planets
All the worlds within

All came closer
In front of my dead face
Slide down off me
You take up too much space

I want to open
All pores on my hair
Scream with wolves and
Light the atmosphere

So that my brain
Burns down like wood
And I can bring down
All what ever stood

napísanísané:: 8.3.2008

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