HOLOCAUST

Author: Andrea
Andrea
20/09/03
I am running through a cold night
I can hear somebody crying.
I am stepping on flowers…
… they fade…
Whose was the cry?
…nobody´s they say…
I am running…
drops of blood are cold…
I am lying…
…grim heaven…
 — all around…
and a word
that is cold as ice 
HOLOCAUST

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