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Gedichte
fault
Walk, walk,
Run!
through the corridors,
Emptiness everywhere
heavy, like lead,
she lies on my shoulders
hold me down
on the knee
and
much deeper!
heavier, unbearable
she is dark,
my fault
that I hurt you
hurt you
lost you
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