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father poem

denken Sie, mein Junge, wenn ich meine Arme um Sie setze
ich sah die Wolken unter den Hügeln
mit den meek, braunen Augen
sind Sie lebendig?
die Schwärzung stiehlt die Formen aller Königinnen
behold ich, in meinem chiffon, in Gaze und in Filterstreifen

 



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