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christmas poetry

nie in meinem ganzem Leben
es gibt ein Land voll des Weins
wie er wer Geist in der Flamme des Mittages
es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
Schatten legen entlang broadway
wie Adler auf hoher Höhe
auf und an
fällt hier kein Licht
wie ich innen roofed liege, innen aussortiert
ich schleuderte meine Seele zur Luft wie einem Falkefliegen
als es
hoch-getragenes Rennen

 



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