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torstai 20. helmikuuta 2014

from start to finish


Letters, time is already past, 
Wordlessness has conquered fate. 
The hand is out of my hand, 
loneliness catch my heart. 
A complete emptiness, it captured the 
all over the capricious sky. 
I have my poems I write, I get 
words to cry, or to flower. 
From beginning to end it is my journey to a destination 
vocation is. Love was rent, 
of tender is not spoiled, then it went out. 
I love the still non-verbally, 
I miss you immensely.

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