Written Oct 31, 2017 8pm
In the quick March snow through the city
a cool Omen
the pants far the hope ***
the hat lost
the girlfriend trauert around the dog
the ducks freeze
the lake a Teich
I seek your mouth
what should the loneliness.
In the quick March snow through the city
a cool Omen
the pants far the hope ***
the hat lost
the girlfriend trauert around the dog
the ducks freeze
the lake a Teich
I seek your mouth
what should the loneliness.
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