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retirement poem

ich brenne keinen Duft
wie ich innen roofed liege, innen aussortiert
unter den Rauch und Nebel eines Dezembernachmittages
der Geruch von stieg so falsch, die zutreffenden Dornen so
ich fülle diese Schale
ich halte Ihr Herz

 



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