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Hardtmuth pencils and water colours
some kind of riddle
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only when light is dim
your lazy body
full of serotonin
walks gently
on the burning
asphalt
when death
dreams of you welcoming her
like a little girl
in a quadrilled pinafore
dancing madly
along the sad shore
in the night
(everybody knows that)
over the screwy slums
the moon will laugh madly
at the scary stars
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