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She looks in the window
She sees what she knows
There’s one yellow apple
On the top of that half-dead tree
Then there are burgundy-coloured autumn leaves
Getting wet under the rain
Getting blown by the wind
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now she looks into the calendar and
Knows that she missed the deadline for the tax assessment
she writes in her diary:
I wish to not get into trouble for that
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and then it is just another evening,
she watches
a pink-with-grey-berlin sunset
between her thighs
celebrating her life in this day
maybe dancing before the night
without music
probably naked
but with open windows
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