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death poem

ich gehe hinunter die Gartenwege
fette schwarze Dollars in einem Wein-Faßraum
burly, DösenHumblebiene
schauen Sie zurück mit longing Augen und wissen Sie, daß ich folge
winged Schatten, die vorbei fegen
nehmen Sie meine Bracelets
wenn der Wind gegen uns in der Dunkelheit arbeitet
ich mag es

 



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