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To Rest, and the Morrow.
The words strike down on me again,
Just as I’ve promised to stop writing.
For you, I‘d let that lightning
decompose in slumber,
feed my future mind humus.
And yet, my faint heart whines;
„Just one
More
Line.“
© Nachtschwärmer
Just as I’ve promised to stop writing.
For you, I‘d let that lightning
decompose in slumber,
feed my future mind humus.
And yet, my faint heart whines;
„Just one
More
Line.“
© Nachtschwärmer
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