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suicide poem

meine Mutter twines mich die Roses, die mit Tau naß sind
wir brechen das Glas dessen sacred Wein
schauen Sie zurück mit longing Augen und wissen Sie, daß ich folge
in Ihrem Flug
ich habe die Welt geworfen
seien Sie, Leben geduldig, wenn Liebe am Gatter ist
nun da ich zu Ihnen abgekühlt bin
burly, DösenHumblebiene

 



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