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GedichteZwölf Steine – oder auch zwölf Schritte.
Perspektbriefwechsel
GedichteHoffnung verloren,
das Gefühl, wenn ich
an mir selbst zerbrech.
Altes Boot
GedichteAltes Boot, wo kommst du her?
Du siehst arg verlassen aus.
Bei diesem Seegang hast du’s schwer,
treibst zum Horizont hinaus.
Being a man
GedichteThey tell me – you’ve grown up, dude. You’ve gotta behave like a man!
Behave like a man …
But what does that mean, to be a man?
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GedichteGegeben sind dir jeden Tag
nur vierundzwanzig Stunden.
Und füllst Du sie mit Glück und Spaß
sind sie ganz schnell verschwunden.
Ehe
GedichteTagtäglich begegnet sich, jegliches was ledig, doch zugleich unverträglich ist.