GEJSTEN

I de blegrøde sandalers spor.
Holdes vi nede hvor tryghedens mangel gror
Snuser morgenrødmens visne duft.
Båret af generationers mangel på luft.
Læner blidt øret ind i mediernes kald.
lytter efter mine søskendes fald.

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