alive
Grey and cold.
Dark, in low spirits.
Slowly crawling,
towards some light.
Sparkling in the distance.
Getting there.
Warmth is coming,
blood starts flowing.
Tentacles growing.
Learning to use,
this suit I am in.
Brand new but fitting,
me very well.
Mist runs away,
I’m glowing.
Dark, in low spirits.
Slowly crawling,
towards some light.
Sparkling in the distance.
Getting there.
Warmth is coming,
blood starts flowing.
Tentacles growing.
Learning to use,
this suit I am in.
Brand new but fitting,
me very well.
Mist runs away,
I’m glowing.
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| Auteur: zeeteefje | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sunflower | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 17 november 2005 | ||
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