One Hour Ater The Dance Of Death (Franz Werfel Poems)
I lay in the abyss, where twisting squeezingThe lowest form of life pushed itself peristaltically.Where slippery and slimy worm and ...
I lay in the abyss, where twisting squeezingThe lowest form of life pushed itself peristaltically.Where slippery and slimy worm and ...
Death has taken me out for a swing.At first I didn't drop from the quickstepIn his dance and clogged right ...
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