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Again! The pain burns up,
the dream is shattered.
Again! Words falling into darkness,
empty hollow lost.
Again! Alone, naked, stripped,
cold, the flesh is crawling up in pain.
Again! you ripped the skin
of my flesh, or did it I myself?,
as you did not answer!
Again! No answer, not even
hatred from you, only silence!
Again! I run back to you,
a beaten dog, I wished you would
let me lick your boots!
But again! Silence! no open face,
no hope no faith no way!
I dream of us on a hill, while the
summer breeze would dance around
us, and golden light makes a cocoon.
Again; again...
Sven
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