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He was going to lose her heart

&

He enjoyed it.

Street corners,

Block parties,

Homegrown verses,

Ups & downs,

The experienced laughter,

Jokes for ten years,

Each realization could be

But everywhere:

After that night,

Nobody could touch us.

A good heart,

Always consumed by

Successful becoming.

On Tradition

Aus Gott wird man gebor'n, in Christo stirbet man. //////////////// Und in dem heil'gen Geist fängt man zu leben an.

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