Winter somewhere I was loved.
Have you ever felt caught in a rock of unexplained, Suffering? Have you ever felt like a transparent plastic bag? Which drives through the wind and who wants to start over again?
You feel in your minds both as a thin sheet of paper, and poetry like, A game house collapsed in a single crush of caves.
From the sky, my forehead now flows into a stream of sweat Blue on black shaded by stars.
Frozen tears from a river push a kick and that does not mean much is fitting to fire making a dance at the, ice rink on the native city of Hamburg’s.
Is cold there, where and I am glazing on force under the night stars. Milky Way stars staring over the corner of the holiday home waiting for me, with the fire burning smoldering in the fireplace. The house's traditional goodies, smelling me at a romantic dinner in two. Finally home to the roots of history, leaving behind the habits acquired by foreign places.
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