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Diktarkiv av Miriam Vilör. I want to be completely. Empty my lungs of air. And I yearn to be. Down on the surface. It has become my safety. Such a bittersweet taste of pain. Suffocating every last inch of me. Exploding in my soul. The piece that is still left to. Is yours alone to. 2011-05-16 @ 20:07:58 Allmänt.
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Diktarkiv av Miriam Vilör. Diamanter som tårar när du gråter. Jag tar din hand blir din. På kinder röda av skratt. Stryker jag försiktigt fingrarna. Som över en dyrbar juvel. Räknar stjärnor som slocknat. Målar jag vår alldeles egna. Jag tar dig i min famn värmer. Det som var fruset. Jokern i ditt förvirrande spel. Jag är där när ingen. Och alla brukar ju. 2011-04-14 @ 21:04:50 Allmänt.
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Diktarkiv av Miriam Vilör. Eldflugor som stjärnor i natten (09). I natten lyser ljusen. Som onåbara eldflugor bland träden. Jag vågade inte öppna ögonen. För jag var så rädd. Om jag gjorde det. Där vi stod och andades. Jag ville gömma mig. I din alltid annars så trygga. Och för ett ögonblick. Hur det kändes att gå sönder. Du fick mig att glömma. Hur det var att vara. Som alltid lyst för oss. Att mina tårar föll. Och det var när du. Såg ner på mig och gick din väg. Att min orsak att andas.
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Diktarkiv av Miriam Vilör. Lovesongs are not for us. What would you say if I told you. All the things that I have buried. In the deepest corner of my heart. My lips urge to tell. How I miss you. And as the sunlight fades. Words hidden where no one. And God knows it hurts. It hurts like I am dying. Like I would be losing you. And I barely can see your face in the dark. There is no echo of your voice. In my bleeding ears. What would you do if I just once more. Came to that place they call your home.
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Diktarkiv av Miriam Vilör. There is no words. For what I feel now. Neither love nor hate. I wonder; do I feel at all? The memory of ours, I want. Destroy them and throw then in the trash but. You're still worth so damned much. I just want to get over you but my. Heart gets in the way. And here I was. Left in the belief that I was unable to. Yet my heart is yours to break. And I'm down in the dirt. Because inside of me it still hurts. Whenever I am reminded of you. Oh God what have I done why am I so.
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