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gothic poetry

ich bot sie aller Abschied
ich sah die erste Birne
den brennenden Gedanken kleiden
burly, DösenHumblebiene
stern kalter Mann
durch das Ufer durch das Meer
der Körper kann begrenzen
entlang den Bänken
ich bin fevered
ich bin in der Liebe mit hohen far-seeing Plätzen
warum
ich bete nicht für Frieden
es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
grünes Nachmittagsserene und hell

 



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