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Thursday, October 26, 2017

music

though music never ends
we are sad when we cannot hear
it anymore.
essence burns,
and i can drink more and more
of it: i‘ll burn the more.
and it is not yet true that my wish
to die and burn is stronger
than my will to live.
to live passionately and to leave
the swamps of bitterness.
i am just sad that i cannot
sing.
i try to listen to pauses.
because.

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