23/04/2015

soon, oh soon the light



in a mere 30 years
all those that knew us
will be dead as well

so as we grow older
no news is tellworthy any longer
for we see the true world now
our fates but nothing

so nothing is new
and what matters
is now
and what we leave behind
perhaps, if we can
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