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Just Before Madness

05.14 a.m.
sounds of the highway as cold gunfire
with long blue tongues
and you lie in your bed
slightly on the side, no one
next to you
and in your heart
and in your head
and in the soul, your´s as well
there is a room
now filled of blue tongues marching
and as long as the armies continues the parade
you will find this room
less empty

and larger, much
larger

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