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SpiNeLLi am 12.10.12 um 14:06poetry
hairs
on arms
stand up
she passes by
this cool air
smells red
and reaching out
like smoke
from illegal
your blood
pulsates
your nerves are
tensed
where´s this
gonna end
her necklace
like chains
around her
throat
why aren´t you
about
to
go
on arms
stand up
she passes by
this cool air
smells red
and reaching out
like smoke
from illegal
your blood
pulsates
your nerves are
tensed
where´s this
gonna end
her necklace
like chains
around her
throat
why aren´t you
about
to
go
