Elm

I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root; It is what you fear. I do not fear it: I have been there.
Is it the sea you hear in me, Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness?
Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it. Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse.
All night I shall gallup thus, impetuously, Till your head is a stone, your pillow a little turf, Echoing, echoing.
Sylvia Plath

01. Es
02. war
03. einmal.

Human Ich mag den Wöchnerinneneinsatz. Süße Kinder. Gesunde Kinder. Und dann das Gefühl, wenn sich eine winzige Hand fest um deinen Finger legt, sich festklammert und dir zu sagen scheint: Bleib hier, bei mir. Makes you think.

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