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zu einigem die fetten Götter
entlang den Bänken
die Sonne ist oben
aber alas, gerade Träume
wie ich innen roofed liege, innen aussortiert
voll von den Rissen
ich schleuderte meine Seele zur Luft wie einem Falkefliegen
Himmel, die sie waren, ashen und nüchtern
wenn Sie heute abend kommen
da ich der Richtung des Todes geglaubt habe
stieg und Bernstein war der Sonnenuntergang auf dem Fluß
geschaukelt in die Aufnahmevorrichtung vom tiefen

 



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