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halloween poem for kid

ich gehe meine Weise complacently
traurige Rolle der gedämpften Trommel hat Schlag
rühren Sie sich
wo ich sollen Sie, finden Sie Sie
und während wir gingen, wurde das Gras schwach gerührt
ich habe eine Furcht in meinem Leben gehabt
lassen Sie das reizende Wortunsaid
von Fußboden zu Decke
wie wie die Sterne dieses Weiß ist, namenlose Gesichter
hoch-getragenes Rennen
Stadt, die nicht eine Stadt ist

 



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