Chapter III 18 40 8. 01. 2007
And I tell you here...
In my fall -
I feel oppose the edge come on...
But under voice I land
And try my orphan pound
But I’ve been claimed
This senses can be
Cheered sore land.
My silent scream can fight -
I guess I like the hive
That’s why I’m under silent
Violent sleep.
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