Espen Stenersrod – Frail

Inner circle wound
Flesh bent in desperation
Lost so many lives
I started worry of my own

Sanity kept,  for now
Marbled layers
Penetrated by notion
Emotions, Frail

Don’t want to leave anything


What I have is to valuable

It is not me,
At all

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