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Suspendedin a moment
where I sit
amidst a wax-laden
wine bottle
and pussy willows
curling forth
from a vase (plastic)
next to my radio
which blasts my mind
with music(?)
about green berets
and empty words describe
a war
suspended in this moment
of death so fruitl essly
and I, enveloped by
security,
am helpless
Ellen Von Dehsen
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