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19.10.2007, 14:54 | #1 |
Nothing to do with you
Red is sparkling,
seems to be grinning scornful in your face. A man is tumbling through a fog of suffering. He has lost every grace. She's running alone, wants to get home, but then the shadows catch her. Smoke and tears, pain and fear are used to bring them further. Fire balls burn. You can see them for miles like huge moths in a campfire. Silvery drops are swishing around, susurrate in your ears like a liar. You nearly can't hear them through the terrible noise of criing, baging and shouting. You switch off the TV while you are thinking: What has this to do with me? Nothing! Konstruktive Kritik dringend erwünscht... |
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