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Grains so crystal clear
That noones reflection
About which we hear
Shall be seen again
Strings in heat and woven
Softness smooth and golden
Risling grains drooling into
The shape of a pan
At rolling speed and motion
These shall be wooly goodness
As i dream of a whole ocean
Of the mostly sweet
This isnt any cheap trick
Nor is it all so magical
This will be just the
Bare necessity
Yet I dont have what it takes
To grab more than thee
Of course this aint the poetry
That we need to dwell upon
But the craving still grows
Strong and sudden
Only had I more coins
Before the rest goes forgotten
Another year will be pain
Too many deamons
Cravings to slain
And I am not evil
Hynotic circles it keeps rolling
My mind and mouth are drooling
Just yet soon I will receive a stick
Whith the magical fed



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Writer(s): Emanuel Emil Sebastian Hediger
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