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autumn poem

ich sagte
schreckliche Wahrheiten diese sind
wenn der rote Slayer denken, slays er
drehen Sie nicht Ihren Kopf
hören Sie zum klingenden Meer
unter dem Helm des Warriors
ich mag es
der Körper kann begrenzen
lieben Sie mich schließlich oder, wenn Sie nicht werden
von Song und Traum für überhaupt gegangen

 



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