red as red can be
blume DU
YOU
ME
and what we see
of home
die dornen zart
eternal thrones
a tart
of dancing legs
eggs like straming pulses
and their gifts to pose
you my rose
in tasten spielen
wo viele fielen
but not you
the wonders
that you do
in canopies and canapes
are elegies
sinfonies
memories
of HANS
the one
in glück
lay back
white dreamer
you did a good job
we are very old
und er kehrt
in mob of mobs
to grace
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