“my terrace” by Lara C. Wüster

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you came to me and brought all my stuff

my toothbrush

for example

I'd like to scrub my terrace with it

your eyes are reaching for mine

dying branches towards a cold sky

on my terrace in winter

I wish I was kinder

someone watered me from above

but didn’t have any water left for you

if you would have been rosemary

I would have brought you inside

but seasonal tomatoes

die

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Lara C. Wüster meets someone and likes to write a poem about it. Maybe she will also make a little sketch or take a photo. She is currently busy not losing touch with reality while deep diving into literary studies and philosophy at the LMU Munich.

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