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Handmade paranoia

Endless streets,
filled up with cars.
Voices in my shadow,
exhaling my name.
Silence, my God...
I did feel it once.

Regulations, oh please,
take my hand.
I can't find my shadow...
It's too much,
way too much.
Let me feel it again,
my God...


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Poetry by Kenneth Sorensen
Dikt av poeten Kenneth Sørensen