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Pausen

still…

you tore me apart
and now the remains of me are fluttering
in the cold autumn wind
useless now
(but then i was also useless before)

after you left the days grew dark
(no, this did not have anything to do with you,
it was simply that time of the year)

in retrospective
those few hot days seem so unreal
and still
i can’t stop thinking about…
(you)

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