Words
I wrote
Words
Not
With
Letters
Or
Characters
Alone
I wrote
Them with
Pain
Dying
if you
Were
Lying
Dead
In your
Flat
For
40 years
You
Haven’t
Died
Yet
For real
Sleep
Who is
Always
Sleeping
Will
Miss
Life
But
Could
Dream
Without end
Death
Death
Is
A door
Which
Has
Fallen to
And
You
Don’t
Know
Anymore
What’s left
Behind
Martina
I saw
You
In the
Lagoon of
Okarito
In the
Last
Bright lights
Of the
Setting
Sun
Time
Always
If
We
Grab
Presence
Or
Future
We only
Hold
Past
In our hands
Sand
The soft
Night
Grates
The
Constructions
Of the day
To
Fine
Sand
Rustic Fence
The white
Rustic fence
Looked
So
Unadventurous
That
No one
Suspected
A corpse
Behind it
Link to original German
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