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May 2020
The drop of perspiration,
On your crescent like forehead:
A tiny little pearl
Glistens on a comely little rose,

Whispered he, to his sweetheart
With affection full of desires


The drop of sweat,
On her withered face:
An emblem that stirs up
Disgust for life’s desires

The hermit thought to himself (1981)
Werdkraft Fenrite
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Werdkraft Fenrite  60/M
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