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suicide poem

hängen Sie keinen Wreath
die Luft ist von Dämmerung und Frühling voll
allein
der Duft kam
warum so traurig mein reizendes?
und mit dem Summenvogel
dunkel-eyed
Gedanken durch meinen Kopf
für war mich ein gaunt, ernstes Ratsmitglied
ich liebte eine Frau
ich habe die Welt geworfen
die Schwärzung rollt aufwärts

 



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