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In A Room where the angel does not wing down, where the red of rhododendrons is undone through a yellow shot of sulphur, where the dark & empty look, means father, where a single geranium drinks at ground level, where a hand, folded and tucked in snow, means mother. It is at this place where a mouth, unable to sleep, eats footprints turned backwards. Dieter Weslowski 168 ...

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