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romantic love poem

burly, DösenHumblebiene
gerade als meine Finger auf diesen Schlüsseln
ich bin der Wind, der wavers
Farbtöne der Nacht fielen schnell
obwohl Lieberepine und Grundscheuern
sind sie traurig, die nicht Liebe kennen
sie fragen mich, wo ich gewesen bin
ich mag es
drehen Sie nicht Ihren Kopf
von Fußboden zu Decke
weich als das Bett in der Masse

 



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