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halloween poem

gerade als meine Finger auf diesen Schlüsseln
die Luft ist von Dämmerung und Frühling voll
wie Adler auf hoher Höhe
irgendwo las ich eine merkwürdige, alte, rostige Geschichte
es gibt Gewinne für alle unsere Verluste
fällt hier kein Licht
lassen Sie uns unsere niedrigeren Neigungen ausdrücken
burly, DösenHumblebiene
Sie sind mein Begleiter
das Emporheben, als der Wind brannte durch
jenseits schauen

 



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