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Something has claimed my skin as it's own, Engraved their thoughts into my bones, A walking corpse with intentions uncertain, My mind stays closed, while my eyes are wide open.
I reach the bottom floor and turn west, toward home. If I hurry, I’ll make it back before the kids, and Karrin’s lethal words can question the hickeys, burning like Red Stars.
Berlin, Berlin is all I see, Berlin, Berlin is where I want to be… Step with heel and toe first I walk towards majesties Not knowing you, the nameless
Windows of time,Pass through this place,A poem of history,Written on the walls,Marks of hate, and Lines of war,To every end to the left,and to the right,People to make resolution,