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Dec 2012
I’ll cover the walls of my room
With useless words
With question marks drawn
all over the ceiling.

I’ll cover with pages my heart
Finally silent this fist in my chest
Like paper kills rock,
We’ll die of my words that are yours.

I’ll cover the walls of my room
With all the untold
But now there’s no room on the walls,
Anymore.
Martha ter Horst
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Martha ter Horst
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