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halloween poem

es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
jene schwarzen Augen I einmal so gepriesen
umsponnen und gesponnen
wie ich innen roofed liege, innen aussortiert
sie hat einen freien Raum, Wind-geschütztes loveliness
was es die gesagten Maschinen war

 



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