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der Geruch von stieg so falsch, die zutreffenden Dornen so
dieser merkwürdige Begleiter kam auf shuffling Füße
weich als das Bett in der Masse
ich singe Ihnen
in einem alten Raum beleuchtete weich
obwohl Lieberepine und Grundscheuern
Massentravails
ich sah die Wolken unter den Hügeln
im Bereich
ich bin fevered
sie hörte die Kinder, in der Sonne zu spielen
ist häufig er nicht so?

 



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