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death poetry

ihr Gesicht ist angemessen und glatt und fein
die kleinen weißen Gebete
der Himmel
alle beruhigen entlang dem potomac
Tag ist erfolgt
denken Sie, mein Junge, wenn ich meine Arme um Sie setze
wie das Glätten fällt
von unseren versteckten Plätzen
ich wußte nie, daß die Masse soviel Gold hatte
zum leidenschaftlichen Geliebten
schwach-weak-winged Song
ich war eine Göttin, ere der Marmor mich fand

 



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