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suicide poem

diese alte silberne Schüssel von meinen
mein Sohn ist tot und ich bin gehender Vorhang
erinnern sich Sie
weich weinend
sie limps mit dem Anhalten des schmerzlichen Schrittes
wenn die Stunden des Tages numeriert werden

 



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