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Jun 2011
I'm a living corpse, so alone, in the night wind
It blows against my cold skin, the sun has washed the warmth from my eyes, the earth has buried my heart in a unreachable place,  my soul floats from place to place, only touching those who wait in the wind.
rolyat vredenburg
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rolyat vredenburg
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