Anthaupt from Anthaupt by Soldat Hans

I would if i slept. But there was no way to tell. Ephemeral praise (to) this pilot light. Non sequitur scenes from this parade we stepped into. Oh well. I will remain unknown. Well but gone. Where do we find ourselves when that great snow comes late, when all that remains is what’ve built in slow cold hours. Of absent voices; this list of panics we found our names on. Rest once upon an other! Knowing you might someday come, there was no way to tell. You look sterling. You look sterling. I would if i slept. But there was no way. Ephemeral praise (to) this pilot light. Awaiter of woe; from this parade.

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