Don't talk, tomorrow too, tell
no stories, no illusions
rather do not give me anything
The reality is enough
as it is, not specified
free of labels
If I ever learn this
I will be wise and see
the known myself
also what isn't specified
of which I have to guess
what I smell, what I feel
and hear and see
also you
who wishes to be known
Don't talk, don't frame yourself
in an anecdote, such a short film
caught in templates
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