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Selfing

Meine Schneidezähne.
Schneiden
meine Augen.
Das wirrt
den Blick.

Ich bin
in mich
verzahnt.

Mir wachsen
tausend
Arme.

So dass ich schließlich
wie eine
einzige
Umarmung
aussehe.

This was written by Michael. Posted on Mittwoch, Januar 10, 2018, at 14:09. Filed under Literatur. Tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow comments here with the RSS feed. Post a comment or leave a trackback.

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