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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2008-01-07 | [Text in der Originalsprache: english] | Away from you, soles aching, seeking distance and walking further away fast – Those “ What you should have done, and I did not say”, have become cobwebs of the past; running at full speed, remorse gnawing at my feet kicking me until I crawl, still riding the tide of self-pity and pride, bitterness and revenge call me again to heal my wounds and make me feel angry and small yet the bond is stretched too far, its fibres are dry and hard while I hurry on towards detaching the chord until you don’t matter any more, when the autumn winds’ song softly stirs and wakes the last leaves; the bond breaks - finally Sybille(Sydney)Krivenko 2007 All rights reserved
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