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snowflakes
Sir,
through the hole in your pocket
these words fell
like snowflakes
I’ve come after you
to return them all
Look, they glisten
in my frozen hands
wild strawberries
Love is such an old legend
I’ve come to tell you of dead angels
but wild strawberries slip off my fingers
under the grass I hear your steps
dawn
Dawn is the time of fear
when suddenly I find
no voice in my throat
ceiling blank,
no miracles
birds that keep on singing
I belong elsewhere
defect
This telephone
is temporarily
out of service
This street
leads only
to my attic
Today again
I shift the light
and drift alone
to the world of words