December (Gerrit Achterberg Poems)
It is the same Decemberas your death.You don't remember…Once again that streetat both ends isshrouded in mist;no one else passesby, ...
It is the same Decemberas your death.You don't remember…Once again that streetat both ends isshrouded in mist;no one else passesby, ...
Bird of insanity in this house of nervesdives in transport into the darknessthat she has somehow come to love,but doesn't ...
That I may perish,death, make me sweet;I am a body without name,take it, when you must;the one who has gone ...
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