Kategorie: réverbère
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gnash scoff rattle
der schöne Junge hat mein Herz versaut schiebt es zwischen meinen Lippen hinauf bis an die rechte Stelle ich atme beschwerlich, rühme mich meiner Verletzungen, ich armer Kerl bebe von den Rippen bis zum Venushügel meine Schultern sind schwerer als ich weil jeder weiß was ich sein kann, schleppe ich meine Brust mit mir herum,…
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rough lore
in a thicket of insurmountable haze I am set apart from the funeral taking place around me, relief adds to my face another invisibility – quietly I summarize demons. did any woman ever consciously think: I’d like to be like this, and then grow into features, feminine features, that resembled everything ever offered by the sea?…
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from the fingertip gardens
when I was young I learned to be scared of women, couldn’t trust one another, caution of a surgeon’s glove, and masked I never told anyone that we kissed once, a Kleenex between our mouths not because we were both girls (I was the boy anyway, always the boy) but because we thought that was…
Die gelbe Tapete 