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erotic poem

zwischen den musing Sonnenuntergang und die Dunkelheit
ich bete nicht für Frieden
ich bin in das Ödland gekommen, weil meine Seele athirst ist
in den mournful Zahlen
ein Himmel, der nie Sonne, Mond oder Sterne gekannt hat
melancholische Tage sind gekommen
die Berge sind sie leise Völker
haben wir keine Schande?

 



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