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best friend poem

er spricht nicht gut
zweifellos erinnere mich ich noch
der Geruch von stieg so falsch, die zutreffenden Dornen so
wie das Glätten fällt
ich bin in das Ödland gekommen, weil meine Seele athirst ist
ich kann nicht Ihnen jetzt erklären
herauf von den Süden am Bruch des Tages
warum dann, Muß wir? sieht
gegangen vor uns

 



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