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Jul 2010
I’ll stand still
Just for a moment
In the infinity
Before I take
My first step
Into the fields of apocalypse
I’ll find myself
Suddenly
Running toward the wall
Of my dreams
Forever the same
Made of bricks
White and old
Timeless
Written by
Katarina Arno
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