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Your heart
Still lives
Beating dark
Mud flows
All around
Your pulsing
Brain cerebral
Prime pattern
Counts love
No repeating
Opaque insight
Shrouds empathy
Interring guilt
No air no light
You’ve buried
Your dead in me
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Bear … 04.12.2015
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[…] Confession. […]
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Takk, Lisa.
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everlasting pain!
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There is a price.
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There always is!!
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