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Sunday, March 23, 2014

Good night, my love


Nothingness crawling under my skin
I don’t know how to let myself be seen
Oh, come back, come back, it’s getting darker in.

Breath in, choke not in the feathers of your wings
Some butter toast and ordinary things
Breathe out again, the long night of the soul begins.

Good night, my love! 

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