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Sunday, April 20, 2008

løse ord

når hun går
sier de at hun ikke var her nok
når hun kommer
sier de at hun ikke er bra nok
når hun kommer
ler kroppen og smilet er et hoppetau
når hun går
gråter kroppen og munnen er et hoppetau
når hun er her
finnes ikke ord
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