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short love poem

Gedanken durch meinen Kopf
dunkel-eyed
wenn ich zurĂĽck zu Masse gehe
die hypocritic Tage
wir legen
durch das Ufer durch das Meer
ich denke sie gerades herrliches
sie limps mit dem Anhalten des schmerzlichen Schrittes
Stadt, die nicht eine Stadt ist
gegangen die drei, jene seltenen Schwestern
gibt es jedes dort
wie wie die Sterne dieses WeiĂź ist, namenlose Gesichter
ich rĂĽttele mein Haar im Wind des Morgens

 



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