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sex poem

die Masse hält etwas Erschütterungsgehen
war sie nicht für diesen einzigartigen Geruch
meine Mutter unterrichtete mich daß jede Nacht
dieses ist der Song von Jugend
Farbtöne der Nacht fielen schnell
plötzlich aus den dunklen und belaubten Weisen heraus
es gab drei in der Wiese durch den Bach
zweifellos erinnere mich ich noch
Meister der menschlichen Schicksale sind ich
dunkel-eyed

 



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