02.10.2006
Category "Leven" (Poems in het Engels)
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Justine Knolle

Death of a Dream

As dark clouds cross

Your brow, and

Your flashing copper eyes,

I awake.

Startled.

And realise,

As the night gently dies,

It’s not my dream that has died.

It is me.

Myself.

Inside.

Ripped open,

Torn apart,

They have removed

My beaten heart.

Leaving behind

A gaping hole,

Where once sparked

My twinning soul.

Sunday, 1 October 2006

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