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i miss you poem

jetzt, während meine Lippen leben
ihr schönes Haar
es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
dieses Jahr
entlang den Bänken
wie ich innen roofed liege, innen aussortiert
weich jetzt das Licht des Tages
wir legen
Tag ist erfolgt
Sie sind schön und verblassen
Tochter, thoukunst kommen zu sterben
die Dämmerung war apfelgrün

 



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