meanwhile.
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the hours did it.
memorial.
come sit with us.
I put up a bench at the end of the field
So we can meet at the bench
And whisper things
We are afraid to say out loud.
Here is my mouth
There is yours.
We feed each other
Names and cures.
My body ends where
Yours begins.
Put my hand on your mouth
Put my mouth on your skin.
We walk
We walk
I keep repeating as I talk.
You nod politely.
the ancient conversation between a wave and the sea .
sink.
Amsterdam
Trip to Barcelona
two kinds of stairs in berlin.
A643.
thortenguss 
