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En dikt:

Her fall from grace

Wandering in the winter storm
she shudders, stumbles
a frozen tear on her cheek
tells the story of her loss

her wandering is aimless
for there is not a goal
no sanctity to find
no heaven nor abode

her fall from grace was silent
but the knife of fate cut deep
no longer does she bother
with love or life or sleep

white silk now torn and faded
clutches her legs as she falls
cold and alone she will linger
for eternity winter's bride

the stare of frozen sapphires
does not become the wolves
nor the tears of memory
or the grace that now is lost
8:18:02 PM    

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Idag är jag mycket sliten efter en lång natts gitarronanerande och alkoholförtärande.
Lite bilder från nattsuddet finns på Picturetrail.

Nytt Midnight-evenemang på gång till ära av ettårs-dagen! På valborgsmässoafton. Läs mer på www.midnight-umea.tk
4:52:30 PM    

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