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anniversary poem

aus dem tiefen heraus und die Dunkelheit
eine Meile nach
ich weiß nicht wo
ich brenne keinen Duft
ich liebe die alten melodious Lagen
könnten wir aber zu wissen
meine Mutter twines mich die Roses, die mit Tau naß sind
Sturm
Hinausschieben, vainly kämpfend
ihr Gesicht ist angemessen und glatt und fein
innerhalb meiner Hand halte ich

 



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