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Mara Kennet May 2013
Your tidy soul:
  
   No horror, no fear
  
   No emotions,
  
   No colors,
  
   Only white walls
  
   All sterile
  
   No infection of feelings
  
   And the stench of chlorine
  
   Everywhere, everyday, every moment
Mara Kennet May 2013
Questions
Only questions,
Silly stupid questions.
You know the answers.
I sold my love for nothing,
Got nothing in exchange.
Broken dreams,
Broken hearts,
Broken hopes.
I sold my love;
I am standing outside,
Rain slaps my face,
Yes it’s me
Behind your window,
Touching your shadows
Begging for a drink
I am always sick
And thirsty.
I sold my heart, my pride, my conscience
I tore off my desires,
But their pieces still disturb me
I should have sent roses
To the graves
When you cross my mind.
But.. I sold my mind as well.

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