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sunnuntai 25. tammikuuta 2015

Quiet wind lull children



The frozen eyes from the
the human.
Where disappeared in the heat
away, where you hid
humanity?

Anger, and repression only
increase their own status.
Today I'm wearing
black, mourning veil
I pull the face of the mother country.

Quiet wind only
to lull her child,
you do not grieve you must.
You can never know
beginning human,
not the end of humanity.

Point you in upholstered
White, Bridal first
bear suit.
Finally, he will be wearing
White scrim
and calculate the rest
grave under the earth.

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