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Friday, November 29, 2013

How few lines can cover us

When it is you, it is about giving
time and all you have
to build something wrongly
you think is bigger than you
when it is me, it is about tilting
at all the windmill dragons
that i wrongly imagine
that no one else can slay
and when it is about us
when we are too rarely together
then there is nothing else

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