biting cold
in strange streets
fog the night a
(c) causes
in strange streets
fog the night a
(c) causes
.
answer poem for LadyArt
Gabriele Brunsch
you need to find long way
you seek and wonder what I'm doing here
the death of a family so it was you the best and
but no more contacts now you're going through strange streets
looking for the memory fails to be related to fog figures
disappear you search and find not puts you in a strange environment
a strange chair drinking a beer will treat foreign
like a stranger is a stranger and will remain alien
strange you are also the words they called out to hurt you
not you open your mouth for fear
it could fall out the words fall flat voice
on broken glass ; are the fragments of thought
the other of being different-not ending
kittbar
painfully sharp cutting hard disregarding intolerant
you're alone in the midst of the exuberant cheerfulness
strangers you go quickly along
.
.
and again
.
.
intimidating Search in estranged homeland
emptied streets of snow-covered
reject a connection if you're not the
went to and not returned, you're not the
not matter that you're the addictive
and is used to history
read that you can
sometime somewhere
(c) causes
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