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christmas poetry

einmal dieser weiche Rasen
ich kann nicht seinem greatness immer glauben
die Schwärzung stiehlt die Formen aller Königinnen
da ich der Richtung des Todes geglaubt habe
schauen Sie heraus nach den Sternen, meine Liebe
aber ich kann nicht Sie jetzt lesen
in seinem vorsichtigen Zelt
ich sagte, ich habe geschlossen mein Herz
oben auslösen, unten fallend

 



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