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best friend poem

ich bot sie aller Abschied
ich sehe einen Stern heute abend
ich wundere manchmal, mich wenn es wirklich zutreffend ist
Himmel, die sie waren, ashen und nüchtern
wie er wer Geist in der Flamme des Mittages
über dem Fluß winken sie zu mir zu
behold ich, in meinem chiffon, in Gaze und in Filterstreifen
die Schwärzung stiehlt die Formen aller Königinnen
sie muß zurück gehen, sagte sie

 



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