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Pierre Rausch
Pierre Rausch
[SRSO, Shiverspine] (24.01.1982 / Luxembourg)
Pierre Rausch Poems
| 1. | Migration (Governemental Traffic Agencies) | 5/21/2013 |
| 2. | Goldcurl | 8/5/2013 |
| 3. | Last Bastion | 8/5/2013 |
| 4. | The Face | 8/5/2013 |
| 5. | Searching | 8/5/2013 |
| 6. | Annika | 8/5/2013 |
| 7. | Joseph | 8/5/2013 |
| 8. | 4 Boys | 8/5/2013 |
| 9. | The Last Rites | 8/5/2013 |
| 10. | You Shiver Again | 8/5/2013 |
| 11. | You Pardon Me | 8/5/2013 |
| 12. | Yammee, Yammee | 8/5/2013 |
| 13. | Would You Do That | 8/5/2013 |
| 14. | Wombats | 8/5/2013 |
| 15. | Wishes | 8/5/2013 |
| 16. | Wish To Win It | 8/5/2013 |
| 17. | Wide Open | 8/5/2013 |
| 18. | Wide Dove Trader | 8/5/2013 |
| 19. | Washing | 8/5/2013 |
| 20. | War | 8/5/2013 |
| 21. | Wanda | 8/5/2013 |
| 22. | Viva | 8/5/2013 |
| 23. | Virus | 8/5/2013 |
| 24. | United Deluxe | 8/5/2013 |
| 25. | Unicorn | 8/5/2013 |
| 26. | Ultimo Negro | 8/5/2013 |
| 27. | Two Calls | 8/5/2013 |
| 28. | Turn The Tide | 8/5/2013 |
| 29. | Tung-Pei | 8/5/2013 |
| 30. | Tribut | 8/5/2013 |
| 31. | Topmodels | 8/5/2013 |
| 32. | Tonight | 8/5/2013 |
| 33. | Toledo | 8/5/2013 |
| 34. | To Eavesdrop | 8/5/2013 |
| 35. | To Block It Up | 8/5/2013 |
| 36. | Titbits & Refreshment | 8/5/2013 |
| 37. | These One's | 8/5/2013 |
| 38. | The Woods (Balthasar Wood And Wagon Threepwood) | 8/5/2013 |
| 39. | The Wooden House | 8/5/2013 |
| 40. | The Start | 8/5/2013 |
Comments about Pierre Rausch
Goldcurl
As these do not appear
Not your face to be-tear
Nor sunlight on a broken column
Ends thee swinging autumn
More voice shall be ringing
After dark the wind singing
Rough and distant scars
Youth a fading star
Gold-curl come more near
On this kingdom's pear
Let's dance for the biggest prices
Dove's wilful disguises
Chicken on crossed staved
Under the wind, the wind shaved
Rush to the final meeting
Loop back to the first greeting
You are really far
As it is your best friend
Near stoned image hand
Never to receive
Ease the supplication of a...
Searching
I'd rather kill myself, than you - ooooho
All times have been watching
All lifelong from morning from evening
When you tore the house down
In the house therefore a single town
Your room there burns the fie-candles
And you're not there to sample
Your gay gowns step into to the front
The flames swing in the dirty hunt
So emotional..i feel you buddy.i have been there