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The last breath

The heavy long pipes

If only you and you alone

Pull the splitter

If the baskets

The rim ring

They slip on their knees

Dark ring shadow

Southern Cross

Transience

In germinating fluorescence

O Stone of Tears

Panting, nameless

Mouths are solved

Let the tear drip

Soft waves

Also the light

Finger

Everything

Blown over by the wind

Word crumbs

Out of the blink

What nights

In the waving go

It stays

Whether source or mill

Moments

Latticed

What starts?

In the crowd

Thorns

Hands

Without the effort

It's the big size

They commit the silence

Whether cathedrals

Breathe and build yourself up

From the day wood

Only when you swim boundless

In the angle of refraction

In the fragment tone

All the stories

They are owls

Deep in the gray

The grass

The walls

Your

Midnight digits

The street

Other

The level

Watch out

It was

Panta rhei

Steinwut

What branches out

Heart

Sunday morning

Silent storms

The icy sea

The string

Love over river and sea

At markings

Layered

Out of the snow

Glasses over clock hands

The buttocks

Cats

At the end

About

Skepticism

In the breath

The land of origin

Who is concerned with the yield

The mouth

The country is breaking up

Keeping the cold

In every child's face

So strange

The years of socialism

Where there are stones

Behind the eyes

Where your eye

With your hands you grasp

Stumps

Dreamless

About the curves

I walk through the house

The small room

You beam the sign

Raven beaks croak

At the lavish fountain

If the human

Wind the rope

The scream is racing over the dunes

Behind the tall beech trees

From the upper compartment

There

Back then

Who will us

From the sea of ​​clouds

Wide stride

Eleven finger shade

Just before the morning

With the resurrection

It's the old laugh

The doom of faith

The door is not locked

There is one

If some of the luminous numbers flicker

Who drives the ocean

You do not have to go to the fire

Much is lost in the breath

Under broken crutches

Being lost

There are many suns

Poem

The stepping out of the house

The stone

Up to the shady angle

The sleeping name

From the cortex blood

I got into the well

Well shaft

That's all for the cat

The years, the words

Impressum neobooks

Border and Word Breakthrough

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