Gedichten check: Jack the Ripper
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ringeling2 Berichten: 29 |
Mysterious night while wandering here alone at night, trusting on my blinded sight. Want to turn left, but can't make a right, and so began the end of this fight. I'm taking a guess, without any doubt. drowning away into the darkness of nights. A second away, i close my eyes, turn around and scream my name. will he laugh or will he cry? will he be there when i die? as my last call, in order to be found, shatters off these angree walls. but then again, the clocks hits twelf, the light goes on, while i realize, that he's gone.. < ? > |
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