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In this strange red shell egg
Nestled discreetly a bit more on the left side, in my body, I have assembled crowds of people I loved. I gathered here, too – sometimes frantically, sometimes slowly – A little from the beauty of this world. Things are all stuck together now, In a sweet joint property – The strong scent Of clouds hidden behind angels Is mixed with the perfume of the grass On which I am lying down – Always with my arm covering my forehead and eyes, Not to be hurt by the blue colour. But, for some time, I have found out anxiously That nothing else can be stuffed into my heart now. Only the wind, only the wind Sneaks inside me Like a glass snake.
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