Black hole soul . . .
I have a hole in my soul
wounded by my life
I walk the street
and climb the mountains
and all the time I stumble
I hit the road of darkness
and walk the way of sorrow
until the day I find . . .
what is wrong with my mind
is it time contra living
or is it just bad luck
that made my way of walking
were all the things sucks . . .
Poetry by Dan Cederholm
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Written on 2007-04-28 at 15:29
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