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Free-Form Poetry
Ashy skin
The pride of a hard worker
The downfall of a dream
On its way to the last bit of
Sunshine it has before ending
The day
Kisses for the weak: scorn for the
Strong
Fruit pays close attention
To the insects buzzing
A dewdrop goes inside itself
Pure, and wants to copy the
Rest of the world in time
You rest to Coltrane
His dreams
light a fire and deal.
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photograph by Lotte Löhr
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