Jungbluth sternstunden der doppelmoral

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Every moment of your morning hurts. Phantom pains, lies, work. Sad waking, fading sounds. sour milk, bitter wounds. The words echo bitterly, the air tastes sour. Give up, listen away, the sound of the wall. Probably very quiet. Much quieter than yesterday. Observe quietly, don't ask anything. Lives sold, silence bought. How can you sleep at night? How can you sleep?

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