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sorry poem

erklären Sie mir nicht
so verloren
plötzlich aus den dunklen und belaubten Weisen heraus
ich brenne keinen Duft
warum die Sachen sind, die keinen Tod haben
ich bete nicht für Frieden
ihr schönes Haar
gerade als meine Finger auf diesen Schlüsseln

 



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