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poem for pastors

wir, die standen
die kleinen weißen Gebete
gloom
drehen Sie mich unten durch die Wiese
für diese weißen Arme über meinen Ansatz
was ich Ihnen verdanken
noch dreizehn Jahre
als Meer-Winde unsere Solitudes durchbohrten

 



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