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[integer at www.god-emil.dk]

>if the shining straw wouldn't take succulence from the verdure 
>the face of the beautiful will set the mirror¹s abode on fire 

the poet wrote 1 poem

>shining straw: lines on the metal mirror of polished metal
>verdure: greenery on the boy¹s cheeks; sprouting hair

i am the flame + i am the dry brush
one part of me konsumes the other

>03 i barely exist

i am below no 1