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Mar 11
The gazes are infinitely white
Mortal
Forgiving
Full of bullet juice

The ground has vanished
Buried
In yesterday
Hunters dance around the fire

The glow turned yellow
Unexpectedly
At the corner of shattered glass
By the airport of stars

Innocence returns
Oh God how I miss it!
It always flows around the strength
In the biceps of heavenly gardens

To the detour
Washed through clear water
Where the night is always bright
Where I am loved and desired
The Gardens
Max Neumann
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Max Neumann  M/Inner Shelter
(M/Inner Shelter)   
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