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  • In Mouse Holes


          
         I was limping with stumbling footsteps, in the twilight of moonlight! Side-lurking, fierce trees stood chained, saluting; attention! Trembling animal sediment, in an ominous silence, I kept expecting the expelled darkness to break into the light! My tears, unstoppable tears were trembling and anxious, and they had finally stopped there! In a roaring sense of danger, I must have exclaimed and recognized myself; only on the side of my immortal Beloved could holy Peace have been created now; I had already doubled my playful, childhood self, and it would have been good to know it safe: I could still alleviate the wrath of Man!
          
         "Vultures pushed back and forth and none of them asked, 'Can you help me with something?' "I would have liked to hide in a mountain of celestial cosmos blades of grass!" Unnoticed as a timid hedgehog music in the caves of Avar-piles!
         I should still find the One-One stray ray that glows and guards in the darkness at the same time because it wants to protect! Chopped cloves of cheese between the lips of the two crescents also turn happiness into a balmy, radiant night radiating flame of happiness!
          
         "Our little pathetic disasters could not have illuminated the situation any better: we always stop sympathetically before the freedom of entrances!" For many, it’s already a momentary, Heaven’s joy to be able to chew conspicuously on the screens of public tabloid channels while also replacing the week leader with dwarves! The superstitious lady often guided me with bondage! Among the gorilla-faced, inflated Colossus Titans, I don’t even feel good anymore; it would have been nice to have romantic, budding, romantic kisses!
          
         Stimulated igniters are threatened by small, word-of-mouth pus pushers, and the proud opportunity to ascend and escape must also come to mice hiding in mouse holes!

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