Marcel Wilken Poems

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Gone

To the wicked that stole from me all that once was pure and true.
To life that no longer exist, but clutched in time, a pure and beutiful grace.
Place this soul of mine in a deep anwakend grave, to let her fly free and play amongst the stars,
To begin life and not as it endid in such a six day year.
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