And when my heart beat in the evening sets,
make your bed, turn around and hardly suggests
I know that the same silence
knocks on my door.
But still it is not still in me.
In the garden scramble cats.
an Inorganic wheel
front of the window and a rumble.
My neighbor stares TV,
like every night.
It is equal to four.
wishes go swimming. -
I'm here.
My alarm clock shows me every hour and
what it proposes.
What is so wrong to hope that.
I close the book and open my door.
And then there is also still in me.
© 2009 Simone wedge
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