January in Germany
January in Germany poetry poems stories
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milenamoon
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Confessional poetry

January in Germany

I foresee the destruction. The ground will break my fall From your sapphire sky, I will plummet head first Leaving a heavy blow to the head Spilling crimson colored clouds of you Staining and remaining.

The gaping hole will never heal Disfigured from A German utopia That spun and spit me right on out Leaving my stratosphere shaped scar For the world to see, and the mirror to show.

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