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Jun 2015
Through grave stones
and coffins. Through
darkness and lost souls.

I'll find a way to crawl to you.
And rest my tired bones over
yours.

Before time turns us to
stardust like the kind
astronauts found
on planet Mars.

Before time turns
us to stardust
and we'll no
longer have
our arms* ~
Carolin
Written by
Carolin  Egypt
(Egypt)   
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