Again only private
Little ones, private story came to an end.
Out, past, ends! Gives, where I knew everything, it carried within me.
—-
sneak now, like walking through a museum without pictures,
Child crying with his mouth sewn up.
Krone, that doesn't stop, to break —- Crown of intuition,
I gave a fuck,
on my chest, my body, my lip:
failed.
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Hunted in circles now, like a horse in the box:
voices of reason, who tell me: you are not
the only, it is private only! Use them to help
perspective, the literature: Good old Werther
said all about it—–
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No more word for heartbreak, so really?
That with us was so important to me. Und es endet so ——————————–void————
Gut, I say nothing more. Except:
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To drop such a crown!
From so high up!
—-
Destroyed; a bridge pier, a city, a country.
You know it. There was something with us!
Or stop: was Privates, that already existed (in hundreds of editions)
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Luckily, grass grows over everything. Blue!
Oh Grass, quickly grow over me,
here's a little pity, he wants himself
merged with your experience.
(31.3.22)