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gestern Abend legte der Vollmond ein Tuch von Weiß
ich denke sie gerades herrliches
ein Dichter, nachdem den Zaum seine Zunge entfernt habend
und so geht sie
hören Sie den Regen?
ich wundere mich, wo Sie leben
unter dem Erntemond
einige der Hurts, die Sie kuriert haben
glooms der Lebeneichen
in einem alten Raum beleuchtete weich
blau-schwarze nubian zupfende Orangen

 



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