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Oct 2012
Alike a dead dove
after the rain
The future is just as hopeless
and cold.
The regrets will stick
to the soles of your shoes
Will hide under your pillow, tie you up, wouldnt let you breathe
even for a minute
What tale will I hear from your
bed,
hands,
eyes
So honest and so far
away.
Kim Jong Il
Written by
Kim Jong Il
621
   ---, Timothy and Meg Carpenter
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