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sad love poem

Schlaf, grauer Bruder des Todes
warum dann, MuĂź wir? sieht
Material des Mondes
noch schaukelt ihr Grau Aufsatz ĂĽber das Meer
ich loathed Sie
aus mir heraus unwĂĽrdig und unbekannt
als ich am Sonnenuntergang zurĂĽckkam
einfach sprechend
seien Sie nicht falsch
durch die ausgedehnten schmerzende Brust der Masse
ich sah die Wolken unter den HĂĽgeln
es war der Herbst des Jahres

 



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