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Oct 2012
Every word I squeezed out of myself
in a schizophrenic frenzy
was dedicated to you
I only fear
because my past suspicions came true
Your worst nightmare
is now unmistakebly real,
touch it.

What thoughts I have of you tonight?
Yesterday night, tomorrow night?
Wednesday night, Friday night?
My thoughts are nothing but a fright

How cheap is my soul on flea-market of souvenirs?
Will get a broken penny, a shinny eye
Always more, never enough
A broken body, a bent heart?

A couple of hours away, a lie near
Number of minutes, word lies hidden
Doesnt matter, if far away of here
Hear me dear, while you are here?
Kim Jong Il
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Kim Jong Il
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