This is a scheduled post planned to be published at 31.10.2015 at 02:42
you marched into
my Jericho
blowing down my
walls like Scirocco's
the world it seems
is lost to time
our hearts abeat
to thoughts sublime
our fears recede
angers subside
we dare to dream
of futures confide
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