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1. laralia sagt:

   5. September 2004 um 20:31 Uhr

   hate is in the air of despair hate blows a bubble of despair into
   hugeness world system universe and bang
   -fear buries a tomorrow under woe
   and up comes yesterday most green and young

   pleasure and pain are merely surfaces
   (one itself showing,itself hiding one)
   life’s only and true value neither is
   love makes the little thickness of the coin

   comes here a man would have from madame death
   nevertheless now and without winter spring?
   she’ll spin that spirit her own fingers with
   and give him nothing (if he should not sing)

   how much more than enough for both of us
   darling. And if i sing you are my voice…

   e.e. cummings

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