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From everything that you were
single things are stuck with me
I’ve crossed that sea and sailed
the gorge within
When a noisy sun rises
you’ll feel calm
I am
a sparkle derived from sin.

This entry was written by isaac, posted on 2010-05-09 at 02:06, filed under Fantastiskt and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post. Post a comment or leave a trackback: Trackback URL.

One Comment

  1. Astii
    Posted 2010-05-10 at 15:54 | Permalink

    Rakt igenom fantastiskt. Tack för dikten förresten, den var väldigt vacker :)

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