MM T 2367. Literary sketch. The Scream

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MM T 2367, p. 1

I was walking along
the road with two
friends – when the sun
went down
The Sky suddenly
turned blood-red
I paused, leaned
against the fence tired
to death – above the
blue-black fjord and city
blood in flaming tongues hovered
My friends walked
on and I stayed
behind quaking
with angst –
and I felt as though a
vast endless
scream passed through
nature