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Klaus ten Eicken |
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Going Home
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I’ve been drinking tonight. I’m dancing now. Hovering out into the desert on rhythm and sound like a torn off leaf. Passing the ghosts of my mother, I vanish in between the lines of vision,
entering my secret valley where I can be naked where I am where the warm sands gently stroke my thirsty skin and where I can hear myself breathe.
I am invisible tonight. Invincible.
When I dance, I am a three-year-old goddess; too young to be afraid |
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