Cmx Miscellaneous to the frost
we speak to the downwind
which like a great highway
rises between us
and the name of the book which frees
is not written in letters
sad killer -< br/>would you fit here
would you come all the way here
would you know you have traveled
too long
too long a distance
like a bird resting ¤in the wilderness
although every branch falters
like a fish before touching
unknown, without skill
the churchyard of doubts
grows from its thorn bush< br/>when time after the pain
continues its strange course
then
the deer
the deer
the deer
the heavenly deer
I'm a moose
I'm a moose
I'm a moose tomorrow

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