Out of hibernation
What ended when we brokethe pain felt way back then
has always been too present
sleeping in my den
Stretching my sore legs
still, partially, blinded eyes
but once again a hunger
please, tell me no more lies
Sensation of light anew
while times are turning dark
with me I'll always carry
the scare, your branded mark
Poetry by Marcus
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Written on 2007-08-29 at 18:17
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