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die Luft ist von Dämmerung und Frühling voll
er war ein hohes junges oysterman
der Körper kann begrenzen
ich stand
Material des Mondes
ich bete nicht für Frieden
wenn ich zurück zu Masse gehe
warum
in der LageSEIN, jede Seite jeder Frage zu sehen
jenseits schauen
fette schwarze Dollars in einem Wein-Faßraum
sie war eine Schönheit an den Tagen
die Lattentagesdrowses auf dem westlichen durchtränken

 



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