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baby poem

ein mit Ihnen
Tochter, thoukunst kommen zu sterben
ich bilde meinen Abschirmrahmen, aber niemand weiß
gebildet vom loveliness alleine
meine Seele ist ein dunkles gepflogenes Feld
ich bin fevered
die Lattentagesdrowses auf dem westlichen durchtränken
ich liebte eine Frau
ich kann nicht Ihnen jetzt erklären
ich weiß nicht wo
Sturm
warum dann, Muß wir? sieht

 



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