In meanwhile, when everything
are resting in silence, but in a
head full of voices, on a slope,
down through my chest, rolls
everything I'm afraid of, faster
and faster till the end of what?
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-08
In meanwhile, when everything
are resting in silence, but in a
head full of voices, on a slope,
down through my chest, rolls
everything I'm afraid of, faster
and faster till the end of what?
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-08
Blomman’s Art and Poetry 
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