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autumn poem

lassen Sie nicht hören
Geräusche, die sich bemühen heftig zu zerreißen
was es die gesagten Maschinen war
ist häufig er nicht so?
wenn ihr Haar wild flaying
wie wie die Sterne dieses Weiß ist, namenlose Gesichter
steigender Mond hat die Sterne versteckt
die einzelne zusammengeprgessene angehobene Faust und bereiten vor
die hypocritic Tage
das kleine mitfühlende, getragen, Lachengesichter
ihr schönes Haar
über ihnen alle, unten schauend
drehen Sie nicht Ihren Kopf

 



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