Im Sinkflug
Gedichte
Donnerstag, 28. Januar 2016
God, though,
was always close.
But lately,
he seems a little
distanced.
How did he get into me?
Why is he leaving me?
Why is he returning?
Why am I not learning?
In the end
there' ll be a pat on the
back.
Dirt rumbles on the
coffin.
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