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“my terrace” by Lara C. Wüster
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
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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