I like to remember you
jungs vòm himmel
walking down Prenzlberg
Nobody can touch you
none of them
you holy bums
across lost light
across the night
The details are all the same
like my poems
like the words
I can't reach
I've got a question for you
from my own hell
Who am I
for you now
for you today.

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