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sad love poem

war sie nicht für diesen einzigartigen Geruch
ich fülle diese Schale
ich rüttele mein Haar im Wind des Morgens
was es die gesagten Maschinen war
schwach-weak-winged Song
zwei Reihen der Kohlpflanzen
Bewegung Ihres Körpers ist wie Musik
der Regen sein rüber und die leuchtende Luft
es gibt ein Land voll des Weins
einige der Hurts, die Sie kuriert haben
ich weiß nicht wo

 



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