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i Asger Schnacks Morti Vizki-monografi: 8 ikke før trykte engelsksprogede digte, bla. dette sære og klare:

BENJAMIN BRITTEN

I remember a good cry but I cannot.
She is still.
In my bed.
Smirk and slash and sneak.
Mastered the language
         "That day was loss"
         "This cloud is possible"
She lurks on, lately in another fashion like olives
Like hell. By the name of sensationally morbid hearts.
Riddling in the sun. She
Is
Still
Blue
And
Red
And
Red
And
Blue