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grandma poem

es gab ein strangeness auf Ihren Lippen
es gibt eine Stunde des ruhigen Restes
als ich war, lief London ein
dieses ist das Arsenal
ein Nebel fuhr unten
ich rüttele mein Haar im Wind des Morgens
die Schwärzung
unter meinem Fenster in einer Stadtstraße

 



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