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grandma poem

ich liege am Tabellenberg
ich hörte den Wind aller Tag
kein Opfer sind ich der schlechten Gedanken
unter den Bergen wandered ich
ein Vogel sang
sie in der Schwärzungsversammlung und bitten
sind Sie wach?
es war der Herbst des Jahres
Massentravails
ich liebe mein Leben, aber nicht zu gut
der Geruch von stieg so falsch, die zutreffenden Dornen so
ich bin in der Liebe mit hohen far-seeing Plätzen
Nobility des Todes wieder
meine ganze Liebe für meinen Bonbon

 



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