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tiistai 28. lokakuuta 2014

Loneliness

Frames are pictures from the past. 
An open wound, a position he includes. 
The same genes within him as the father. 
We dug up the graves, past mounds. 
Head full of haunting ghosts, 
longing swept along mornings. 
Loneliness again closes the door behind us, 
it is sometimes the only friend.


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