fredag 28 maj 2010


A clumbsily sculpted burned pile of mud
walking down the street
with a head full of holy words
and numb soil beneath the feet

each step leaves echoes in the hollow inside
each move a silent landslide
but there's such a cursed distance
between the experience and me

yes, I am so far away
from this shell that bears my name
that feelings and emotions
hardly resounds within

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