Poems ✍️
Poems ✍️
04.10.2025
3

Mascots
I WILL keep you and bring hands to hold you against a great hunger.
I will run a spear in you for a great gladness to die with.
I will stab you between the ribs of the left side with a great love worth
remembering.
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