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poem for pastors

ich weiß nicht wo
ich war eine Göttin, ere der Marmor mich fand
sehen Sie, daß ich Ihnen mich gebe
sie hat einen freien Raum, Wind-geschütztes loveliness
innerhalb meiner Hand halte ich
ca. beschwerte sich zum Meister
wie ich innen roofed liege, innen aussortiert
Himmel, die sie waren, ashen und nüchtern

 



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