Ingibjorg 'sen

Anger= You have to let it out, sometime- but don't let it hurt.
Envy= Pushes us further- but not over the edge
Gluttony= Don't overdo.
Sloth= Rest when you have to, but not for too long.
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(Translated from the Norsk by the poet)

Run Ylva run
The tide is flowing fast
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Look at you-or rather I won't
It'll give you yet
Another reason to gloat-
You lying little stoat.
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Love= broken heart.
Fight= ouch that smarts.
Mother= maybe-
Father= no.
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If you weep, I won't care.
If you suffer, I won't know.
If the salt from your tears should seep into the
Slashes on your battered arms, I'll look away.
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Go away!
You aren't welcome!
Just let me be for once!
Don't write; don't telephone-
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Of all these days that have been
(Into the void I do lean)
There is no solace there
For a heart beyond repair.
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My logical mind is surely dead
Nothing but silence resounds in my head
The heat flows from my face-
I know that I'm all out of place.
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No.
Never.
Not on your life.
I like what I do and do what I like-
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Svart senker natten seg
I stall og stuer
Solen har gatt sin vei
Skyggene truer.
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This old walk on shattered glass
Is one I pray will be my last
In the footsteps of the last one cast
The old scars on my tired back.
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You think I miss you?
You think I mind?
Tell you what, Murdo-
I don't give a sod!
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