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suicide poem

Musik I hörte mit Ihnen war mehr als Musik
einige der Hurts, die Sie kuriert haben
Gedanken durch meinen Kopf
die Wiese kroch
pharaoh, König von Land Ägyptens
Töchter der Zeit
so verloren
Frau vermißte viel, wie Sie zu mir benennen, Anruf zu mir
ich sterbe
Schlaf, grauer Bruder des Todes
er war ein hohes junges oysterman
ich denke sie gerades herrliches


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