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Wednesday, 23 October 2013

Present, Perfect, Continues

That day she couldn't close her eyes. 
She couldn't, because memories came into her.
She couldn´t forget a phone call, 
and time had passed since then. 

But the ring tone, 
changed a thousand times since then, 
sounded the same. 
In all of her dreams. 



Because she was trapped in past, 
so centred in that past that did never saw her present, 
until it became part of the past. 
When regreting means nothing. 

She forgot about the present. 
She forgot about the future. 

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