Viktor Wynd

the grip

In - poems

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in my head the pain
in my knees the ache
in my back the pain
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the grip

loves empty now
i feel inside me nothing to give
just a steady feeling
as if behind a mask i hide
but long forgotten what or who i mask

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in my head the pain
in my knees the ache
in my back the pain

the grip