I don't know
where it comes from
this screaming from
paper roofs
the strange obsession
to continuously say
what I think
and what I think I am
but when it's you
you recognize the strophes
shake sneakily
the paper the hand
when it's you
it is only printer's ink
that divides us
can yet divide
- Ingmar Heytze
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