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sex poem

als es
dieses ist das Arsenal
einige der Hurts, die Sie kuriert haben
drehen Sie nicht Ihren Kopf
Bruder, bin ich Feuer
dieses ist das Schiff der Perle
eine Meile nach
ich liebe meine Stunde des Winds und des Lichtes
fette schwarze Dollars in einem Wein-Faßraum
süsses splendor
noch schaukelt ihr Grau Aufsatz über das Meer
eins nach dem anderen wie verläßt von einem Baum

 



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