May 22, 2012
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Where the light
Has switched
Into a must that cannot
Be cleared
And my heart has switched
Into a mirk that cannot
Be cleaned
For this shadow
Follows me
Even though the only
Is a mist
And darkness
Is as moist
As the cool sweat
On my skin
And as thick
As the hair
That weighs my head
As it hits
My chest

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