Friday, 5 March 2021

Klaus Høeck: 'Password', p. 99

     my oldest friend died

today and because i have

     not seen him for get


     ting on for sixty

years now it seems that old age 

     is petering out


     soon there will be

nothing at all that still re

     mains of youth i


     mean the memory

of me as i was back then

  he took it with him 

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