Flickr Friday
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- Caroline Kurze
To you – The day trickles away, being gone slowly seeps into me, like the golden Glenmorangie, that burns the throat. The mouth places one stupidity after the other, astonishing time and again: The things that exist. You took yourself away from me, not even leaving behind a trace in the snow.
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