Chapter: Writing soul

Hi @ all !!!
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I know that I am currently running a FF, but while cleaning up a German folder from my 7th grade fell into my hands and there I found a poem of myself that I wrote back then. We were in the school camp on Föhr on the North Sea and had to write a poem about the beach or the sea. If I read through my poem now, I would like to change a few things, but I wanted to show you the original.
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Maybe you like it ...
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Please write me a lot of clerks underneath! ^^
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Writing soul
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One last time I'll stand on the beach
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I feel empty,
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You can walk through me
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Because I don't exist anymore.
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One last time I try to touch the shells
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So many are lying here on the beach
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But I can't kidnap her
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In the next country.
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One last time I try to catch the crabs<br />
I used to run after them
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But I can't even get to them anymore
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I can never do that again.
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One last time I try to taste the salty air
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This air is only here
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To lick my mouth
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But for me they never exist again.
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Slowly I'm on my way
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I would like to stay here longer
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But I know that this is not possible
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Then I'll stop writing now too.
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So! That was my 7th grade poem.
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Maybe you liked it. I'm looking forward for comments!!!!!
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By elite girl
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