... The night with the
Olivenkönigin missed
While she said
Finally the door
If you reinkommst
Sack you
She had this sound
Seven are
On the other hand, boring
What you want with the World
When they talked in this ton
But I wrote
I wrote this poem
Soon, she had tired of it
They bought one of the ärzteromanen
And laid on her plastikbett
From there they saw me
Their olivenhaut was boundless
Ads should be something
I once ....
I once ....
Wenn jemand auf der Stelle tritt und tut dabei niemanden weh, das ist ein schlechter Dichter
Re: I once ....
Spoon in my jam
If I was on the train seats
They asked me
They wore the latest
Bathing
(On the train
They understand this is not
But I understood the same)
I said
I do not know
They loved this speechlessness
And I loved it
They started by me
Swarms
They cried
I am fully served
The harmonies between us bissen to the teeth
You were good
She said
I believed it not
They loved the place
I said
Want you do not set
It was something between us
A paarungsversuch in search
The Holy Spirit came in.
There is still space
He asked the
We saw him that he was accustomed to sitting on window
Now he had to be satisfied with other places
We smiled
But still had a bad temper
If I was on the train seats
They asked me
They wore the latest
Bathing
(On the train
They understand this is not
But I understood the same)
I said
I do not know
They loved this speechlessness
And I loved it
They started by me
Swarms
They cried
I am fully served
The harmonies between us bissen to the teeth
You were good
She said
I believed it not
They loved the place
I said
Want you do not set
It was something between us
A paarungsversuch in search
The Holy Spirit came in.
There is still space
He asked the
We saw him that he was accustomed to sitting on window
Now he had to be satisfied with other places
We smiled
But still had a bad temper
Wenn jemand auf der Stelle tritt und tut dabei niemanden weh, das ist ein schlechter Dichter
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