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With the love..

..in first sight, our love in delight, in shame out of side and our crowns worn in pride, with the gloves of twisted air our hearts cry in despair to the teachings we are unaware. I do love you. You love me too.

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Als Zeichen..

..meiner Liebe und Treue, als Zeichen meiner Freundschaft und Reue Dass gar ungestüm in des Lebens Lauf, wir uns Grundlos aus den Augen verloren Statt des besseren zu langen und um unser Freundschaft zu bangen Dabei waren wir gar nie weit entzweit, eines Herzschlags Länge in unserer Entfernungsenge Ich kenne Dich und Du mich, es […]

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Und wenn ich..

..eines noch mache, die Nacht zum Tag, mein Licht zum Grab. Irgendwann werde ich Frieden finden, eng Umschlungen nur mehr von Liebe durchdrungen. Sei Dir in guter Absicht gesagt, habe immer die Beste Zeit deines Lebens, hat Kaff gesagt.. <3

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And when it falls..

..asleep, the beast. Loveliness is gonna die, because the shrew digests the emptiness of dreams that gonna lie. Closing and opening, the new day spawns ahead. The tale it says the opposite, of what you thought has lied..

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It seems a little..

..shakin’, from the ground and it’s ground, beneath its breaking! ..there seems to be a hole, somewhere near the South Pole, it’s said to be a pity, a dumpster, where black holes take their gritty! Bear’s the final truth, on how we all have lost our youth, to a thought that lingers soft, beneath the […]

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Hicks and toes..

..it’s outrageous he thought and slammed the door behind him. What else could he do, given the fact that he all along should have done this a long time ago. This is how the cookie crumbles.

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It swings..

..in peace, flies back and forth, just unimpressed by bogus thoughts, it splits the air while swinging there and there…there and there.. Yet tied to only one course, which was laid beforehand by someone else’s grace, is this freedom or a grave? You are not a pendulum, more a wrecking ball..

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The green..

..it fades and turns to shades, everything is temporary and as time changes the color of the leaves, we turn gray and leave. It’s for the best, eternal would give us the rest.

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