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baby shower poem

jetzt, während meine Lippen leben
lassen Sie uns Pity die, denen besser seien Sie weg von, als wir sind
Melancholie, Blau war sie
gegangen die drei, jene seltenen Schwestern
Überschreiten durch die huddled und häßlichen Wände
ich sagte
es gab eine Zeit in den ehemaligen Jahren
wickeln Sie die Masse im bewölkten Wetter auf
wie wild, wie Hexe-wie sonderbares, das das Leben sein sollte
in das leise Land
meine ganze Liebe für meinen Bonbon

 



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