Laughing, I fell into the open grave
You stood above me, hands on hips
grin mischievous, fighting back the joyous tears.
Pretense and propriety soon fell
and you joined me in that pit
air thick with that rich smell of the earth;
lying there, in that graveyard hush
we watched the stars dance, and the moon rise
eyes wide, our teenage innocence alive for one last night.
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Fränz Müller (
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