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torsdag den 24. januar 2013

24/1/13

When we kissed
stars would explode
mountains would fall apart
like glaciers do
at the time

When we kissed
houses would become castles
and cars world change form
and become a picture
of the 40's

When we kissed
it would rain on our faces
and children would cry
and starve to death
in the alleys

When we let go
it would all turn grey
and nothing beautiful
would ever be
Like nothing terrible
would ever happen
Nothing
would be anything

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