" was ist mein Name? ", sie sagte zu ihrem Feuer Bl¸tenstaub essend.
" wir kamen, Ihre flache Hemmung wieder zu beleben. ",
SIE SIND JETZT, MEIN FREUND SEHR RGERLICH!
Woher versteckten sie Poliermittel meines Schuhes?
WE ARE WE ARE WE ARE the childe children
petals in violent torrents twisting to the cold stone floor
the waxing moon and the horizon's honey dust
this is not so pretty this is not so
under the castle granite imprints your face
time left no room for scabs, flies, mistakes, or jelly
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