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Mar 2011
The icey cold cool mindless night
falling dropes motionless life
might it never end
It's touch is your mind
heart races faster
high on the feeling
but a wast of time
one there will be no high
just do to lost the pain
hide the icey cold dropes
with not to try
but not to sigh
just to lay to die
motionless is all you need
nothing more
just the secrets behide a closed door
Written by
jan assen
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