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The moon falls naked through the window
On sour green forest
On smoking ghosts
A beau has power here.
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I shiver. I'm cold.
On sour green forest
On smoking ghosts
A beau has power here.
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I shiver. I'm cold.
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12 Comments
Duftessa 2 years ago
I prefer your poetry to the perfume :-)
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Camey5000 2 years ago
I'm very happy about your visit.
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Delightful 4 years ago
I really like your lines, but I'll pass on the scent ;D
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Seta 4 years ago
Wow, I really like the original version...
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Siebenkäs 4 years ago
I really like the scent, and I love this statement too!
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Wildwordel 4 years ago
How words can create a harsh, unwelcoming, and cold atmosphere...
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Hautgout 4 years ago
Nice statement... the scent seems to be less convincing.
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Hasi 4 years ago
It warms my heart to read such a beautiful little verse! ^^
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Andrula 4 years ago
.. what a statement!!
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Schalkerin 4 years ago
A scent, many opinions. I need to try it myself.
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Ponticus 4 years ago
After these words, I feel a bit shivery too!
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Floyd 4 years ago
You Heiner-Müller poet! Awesome!
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