I'm all the shadows

If I say I'm all the shadows,
Do you see what I mean?
No matter how fast you run
I will catch you before the rice of the sun

I can send you pas the golden gate,
I can make you fade to black.
I can make you scream.
I can make you feel,
cold.




Poetry by Audun G. Jakobsen
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Written on 2007-12-02 at 14:02

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