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baby shower poem

die kleinen weißen Gebete
ich erwarte Sie
ich sterbe
Welt, die unter meiner Hand ändert
in den Hallen des Schlafes wandered Sie vorbei
ich liebe die alten melodious Lagen
noch schaukelt ihr Grau Aufsatz über das Meer
mit Freude und Wunder
wenn ich gekonnt hatte, Enge ein Gefängnis Liebe ist
den brennenden Gedanken kleiden


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