The one who waitsA Poem by en skyggeAnother one from the late night's inspiration
Long is the night; it's so dark.
I hear the nature's calling as I'm touching the impenetrable walls. I clutch my arms and think how good it would be if my grave was any bigger. © 2016 en skyggeAuthor's Note
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