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it‘s not in me to
make roots
not now or next moon
i look at life
in lovers‘ strides
so i can always see
the stars
kaffeesatz
conversations
trumpets and horns
and faint music
of your breath
my ears lovers to vibrations
i turn and spot the dream
it’s purple and smells of smoke and pepper
tell me, if you wish what’s there to see what’s there to breath
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