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I was born and grew up in the Baltic marshland...
The North buckles metal...
From nowhere with love... (translation by the author)
From nowhere with love...(another translation)
A list of some observations...
I recognize this wind batterring the limp grass...
A navy-blue dawn in a frosted plane...
You've forgotten that village lost in the rows and rows...
Munich
As for the stars, they are always on...
Near the ocean, by candlelight...
The Laocoon of a tree, casting the mountain weight...
If anything's to be praised....
There is always a possibility left...
Part of speech
Not that I am losing my grip...
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