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lørdag 14. november 2015
Strange Love
When I love
It must be a stranger
Like a miracle
she found a place in my heart
But when that space is filled
And hope has died..
...I cant say I even tried
And she will look back
And hope the cold memory will fade
Into a cold universe...
where`s that truth?
`she knows so little about
-The only sun is erased!
True Spirit was chased away..
And effort was not to be found
To this evil nothing compares...
-Not in her weeping eyes!
Climb up these stairs!
And fall hard as you can..
-for me it makes no difference...
So now she tie the circul of rope
...in dispear of such challenge
She accepted me at first..
But fails bad when she try to change me!
And in the end..
Her frozen poor soul
...is given so little affection
`that she was so lost and start to belive
...IN HELL:
`That the witch was found in me!!!
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