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HE IS
9.11.2000 He is the sky hanging over me waiting and watching, when I feel alone, by myself… It is He that I see, behind my closed eyes, in the night when I lay down to dream… It is His name on my lips when I whisper my sadness, before crying the tears of my pain… He is the lightening and thunder, haunting my nighttime, when the sky is crying the rain… He is My Love and My Misery, my mysterious fantasy... my shadow when I think I’m alone… He is my decadent lover, alive in my mind, where through my darkness He roams… It is He of my dreams who is my reality, no matter of when or of where... He is my haunting, always waiting and watching, reminding me always He Is there…
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