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Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Confessions

If I should decide for you,
with all the violence,
that stands between.
You hold your youth.
Like the knives you are hiding.

If I should choose its right,
like the colours of the walls.
You hide your gold in.
I should choose, 
where to sleep tonight

If I can decide what's true. 
The grass is green,
behind my home. 
I will wait for you.
At least your not alone. 












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