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White cotton angel,
still hanging in my closet
on metal hangers. Thanks to him,
nothing wrong over the years
not happened: neither me, or - even more so - to the premises.
modest range, tell me; but
clearly defined. being created
not as we, the image and likeness,
but disembodied, the angels have
Only the color and speed. The latter allows
be everywhere. Therefore, so far
Are you with me. The flaps and straps
able to really do without the torso,
slender limbs, let - the love,
Redeeming the nameless and providing the body
expand with happiness in diameter somewhere warm
California.

1992

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