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friend poem

ich bilde meinen Abschirmrahmen, aber niemand weiß
in die Dunkelheit und Frieden meinem abschließenden Betts
durch die ausgedehnten schmerzende Brust der Masse
sehen Sie das vorläufige
was es die gesagten Maschinen war
glooms der Lebeneichen
die Luft ist von Dämmerung und Frühling voll
ich rüttele mein Haar im Wind des Morgens
Gedanken durch meinen Kopf
in können Sie


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