Poem
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There is nothing better than a poem to warm the heart. Or maybe not? Find out for yourself.
Es war einmal ein Einhorn,
das letzte seiner Art,
füllig voll gefressen,
und sensibel, extra zart.
What is lost is found, freedom and adventure abound, spinning round and round, letting go, hear thy…
We’re monsters and we’re lovers, all the same, so plain, playing without pause, this hellish wicked game….
Fanatic feminism is a pest, a crude murder weapon at its best, unseen the violence unleashed, in…