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best friend poem

es gibt Gewinne für alle unsere Verluste
mittlere Vergnügen und Paläste, obwohl wir durchstreifen können
die Schiffe liegen in der Bucht
ein kleiner Pfirsich im Obstgarten wuchs
unter den Rauch und Nebel eines Dezembernachmittages
plötzlich aus den dunklen und belaubten Weisen heraus
lassen Sie uns unsere niedrigeren Neigungen ausdrücken
mit den meek, braunen Augen
Bruder, bin ich Feuer
was spiteful Wahrscheinlichkeit unawares stiehlt
in den mournful Zahlen

 



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