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broken heart poem

meine Mutter twines mich die Roses, die mit Tau naß sind
süß und stark
gegangen die drei, jene seltenen Schwestern
Material des Mondes
wenn, voll von der warmen und eifrigen Liebe
Schlaf, grauer Bruder des Todes
das traurigste des Jahres
das kleine mitfühlende, getragen, Lachengesichter
eins nach dem anderen wie verläßt von einem Baum
war sie nicht für diesen einzigartigen Geruch

 



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