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miserabel

Published: May 9, 2013

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Ich träume von deinen Händen; Erstickungsgefahr.

When eyes meet: twin flames

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I dream of your hands; danger of asphyxiation.

(You see why this had to be German now, don't you? The Germans like to put multiple words into one. Inspiration from yesterday's train ride. Decided to upload it for #Heart-of-Poetry's six word story contest.)