A Protest Against Death
Monday, April 25, 2011
A Dichte Partially ins Deutsch
Der Zug barreled through,
barreled through, whistling
durch dem Regen, like pounding
on Klavier keys. I wanted
to remember this. I didn’t weiß
if I could. For now,
I do.
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