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war sie nicht für diesen einzigartigen Geruch
Roses und Gold
in der LageSEIN, jede Seite jeder Frage zu sehen
gestiegen von den Toten
hoch-getragenes Rennen
der Regen sein rüber und die leuchtende Luft
es gibt eine Stunde des ruhigen Restes
wenn der Schleier von den Augen angehoben wird
weich als das Bett in der Masse
ein Dichter, nachdem den Zaum seine Zunge entfernt habend
ich bin der Wind, der wavers
ich gehe hinunter die Gartenwege
Blüten der Babys

 



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