I beg of you, O Elohim
(and I know it’s not so much)
My dearest dream, my deepest wish!
All I really ask of you
Is to let me sit so still, so very still
That I simply disappear
For to be seen is to be hurt
And I can’t take much more.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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- Published: July 17th, 2025 22:18
- Category: Unclassified
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