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Monat: Januar 2020

A song

A song

From the midnight clouds someone is singing from the midnight clouds from the shadows of the moons someone is singing from the shadows of the moons from the bright abyss someone is singing from the bright abyss from the river of molten glass someone is singing from the river of molten glass from ash-covered bones no one is singing from the ash-covered bones from my unsteady steps no one is singing from my unsteady steps from the echoes of the…

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There is a creature outside my window

There is a creature outside my window

There is a creature outside my window there is a thing, maybe a man, I have no reason to believe, that its real I have no words to describe its form I have no need to paint a picture in your mind it has a form, I am sure of and eyes and nose and ears and arms and legs, maybe too many, but not enough to move its body near my window. It even may have a mouth full…

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