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sad love poem

als weiße Kerze
der Körper kann begrenzen
einmal dieser weiche Rasen
das kleine mitfühlende, getragen, Lachengesichter
Stadt, die nicht eine Stadt ist
holen Sie mir weichen Song
ich stand das geöffnete Flügelfenster bereit
diese alte silberne Schüssel von meinen
obwohl ich wenig als alle kleinen Sachen bin
innerhalb dieses niedrigen Grabs liegt ein conqueror

 



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