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grandmother poem

gegangen die drei, jene seltenen Schwestern
er würde sogar seinen Witz haben
ich habe die Welt geworfen
in einem alten Raum beleuchtete weich
im September
ich sah, daß Gott Sie es? bezweifeln
ich stand
Schriftsatz auf einer Fliegennacht
zwischen den musing Sonnenuntergang und die Dunkelheit
ich bin alt und blind
aus dem tiefen heraus und die Dunkelheit

 



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