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Nov 2011
I find it tyring as hell
but I promised I won't tell

anyone about this pain
again - love in vain.

I have to speak to someone
out there
anyone with whom I can share

this sorrow inside,
this agony that feels
heart-wide.

It spreads through my soul
it runs through my veins

It is making a black hole
for all the remains
of happy thoughts
and bright thinking.

I feel it rots
and it is sinking.
Dina Zivkovic
Written by
Dina Zivkovic  Ljubljana
(Ljubljana)   
586
   --- and joel juanes
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