Die horlosie roep: "encore" vir die spoke,
sterre verskiet onder die brug.
En dan, terwyl jy vertel van niks en alles
pleeg die gode 'n reendans
Monday, July 25, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
hypothermia
Body numb, mind racing.
Like a marching band winter is pacing through my day,
stomping on the sunshine,
halting and altering the beat in my veins.
Like a marching band winter is pacing through my day,
stomping on the sunshine,
halting and altering the beat in my veins.
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