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love poem

Frau vermißte viel, wie Sie zu mir benennen, Anruf zu mir
der Geruch von stieg so falsch, die zutreffenden Dornen so
Bonbon mit Farn und stieg
ich liebe die alten melodious Lagen
ich brenne keinen Duft
geben Sie mir Hunger
von der Sonne noch Sterne
zu, was eine Frau sie geliebt vergleicht
ich rüttele mein Haar im Wind des Morgens
in Ihrem Flug
nie in meinem ganzem Leben
so verloren
Himmel, die sie waren, ashen und nüchtern
ich sah, daß Gott Sie es? bezweifeln

 



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